Stories & Poems ~Poems


~Cardiophobic Dreaming


It was only on the operating table,
with the patient’s rib cage sprung open
like the hull of a wrecked galleon,
that the surgeon reaching into the ballast of flesh,
discovered the true nature of the problem.
‘The man has a mango for a heart.’

The surgeon held the fruit aloft – his eyes closed,
while a nurse ran along corridors to the cafeteria,
the echoing of her shoes like a tapering heartbeat,
and returning laid a pepper before the surgeon.

The surgeon opening his eyes
and looking down at the pepper and the patient
bathed in light, decreed, ‘A man cannot live with a mango for a heart.
But a red pepper... well maybe.’

©Carl Ross

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