Poem 2

Hammer

I scan the faces
looking down at me
for Peter Cushing.
A ham at heart, I love
the starring role and
this is a monster of a part.

Lights, camera... Action!
Dr F, eyes gleaming
above his white mask,
injects anaesthetic.

(Going under)

Apply those pads,
throw that lever,
unleash that current, 
zap my stuttering heart.

(Coming to)

Normal rhythm of life restored,
I rise from the slab... Cut!


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