The Pharmaceutical Sesquipedalian Procedure

The Pharmaceutical Sesquipedalian Procedure

A Poem by Paul Shannon

My dear, for you my scalpel sings

It pays to irrigate

The ear, open the floodgates

For that which I have rendered numb

Every part, plane, and pore

Oh, my heart's

Organ pipes resounding!

The patient's form is blank no more

And here beside Diocletian panes

My sesquipedalian suture games

Occluders for the pumping veins

For phrases go beneath my name

A ballet of the swaying kind

Stitch one end

Come out the other side

Continuous thread of my machinations

Retractors for my operations

An aneurysmic clippage sport

A drainage of the spinal sort

Cardiopulmonary bypass time!

I find each method so sublime

These themes my sanctuary subjects

Medical terminology my dialect

Anyone can get sick, you see

They're just severed parts of me

© 2020 Paul Shannon

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Added on January 2, 2020
Last Updated on January 2, 2020


Paul Shannon
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Newfield, NJ

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