Tuesday, April 10, 2007

THIRTY-THREE: FOURTH DREAM OF SURGERY WAR

Surgery war is calling with a knife and fork and spoon. Surgery war has more in store and it is coming soon. With a beat of the horn and a blast of the drum you can walk there in weather and also in sun, it is surgery war and there is more, they‘ll fix up your face and put it any old place, they’ll move some of your eyes and give you a carrot nose surprise, and you never quite knows, you can never suppose.

Surgery war is on Surgery Street at the corner of War and Battle, on the 1500 dead block of Brutal Lane, on the sidewalk of wounded and the driveway of crazy. Surgery war is a place to return that will call out your name and they’ll treat you the same. Surgery war has plenty of mud and the boots go thud and the boots go thud. Surgery war has plenty of lights and they’ll teach you to fight and they’ll turn out the lights.

Cyclops knows the fifty million military rulebook of surgery war, those laws and procedures are deep in his soul. He knows the way and the whatever day, and the proper attitude to see that they’ll feed you. He might have some PSD, but he also has so many eyes to see. He might have a war disease, but he’ll fight it with ease, he’ll just kill the disease.

Into the war machine goes the man Cyclops. Into the face of blades and blood goes the one man into no man. Into the fire of surgical lights and under the pain of surgical saw and under the scissors and clamps and tissues he gyrates his hips to give them a clue.

Put on your war face for surgery war, even if your war face is right between your legs. Four mouths can become mouths and nostrils and even more nostrils when it’s surgeon’s skill and the plastic arts. Cut a hole in the back of his rear and use it to build up his outer ear. Cut a patch from out of his thigh to fill the hole from a misused eye. Cut off some toes and make them a nose . Cut off some hair and weave it down there. Cut off a face without a trace and it’s kind of a race to see how fast he womans again.

Cyclops has a surgery war, he has it so big, he had is so small. Cyclops has the war in his body, it makes him feel holy to be so invoked.

The whipping white intern hands bicycle the operating table. They turn him from Gary Cooper into Betty Grable.

Here’s the man who now needs a dress, who must now confess that he could be named Bess. Here’s the guy who got poked in the eye and he’ll tell you so why that he’s no more a guy than a gal named of Sal who he counts as a pal.

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