Surgery

Hand it to me 

Give it hard and painfully 

Give the meaning a form 

Bury it in the light 

And cut and cut and cut 

From worst to better , from soul to ice

Blend it all and throw it in the sky

Let it rain on like fever 

Sew it with thoughts 

cure it with words and laughter

burn it with lust 

seal it tastefully with your tongue .

And we will recreate life

we'll feel the bond of dream

Infect ourselves with madness

and finally ... amputate the silence . 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is quite the metaphor here...amputate the silence...our words can sew our lives back together...and we can laugh about the past pain...

i like the "give the meaning a form"

because it conjures up for me...not only giving thoughts their tongue, but also creating poems...

both recreate life.