.

'a human  being
consists of soft fuzzy stuff'
first aid instructor told me that
after that i haven't found
a better definition
for a human being

when my guts started
to push out of my groin
i thought:
'this is new'

years of contemplation
on old age, disease and death
and i'm devastated

'let's cut it open,
push the stuff back in
and stitch it back together'
they say it somehow so merrily

and i started to think
about the surgeons
what kind of people
cut other people?
i wouldn't want
to know him/her/xyz personally
that could be distracting

may the needles
puncture the spines
accurately
and may the surgeons
whistle a tune
while orchestrating
the symphonies of blade