"Giving My Heart"
With my head in a cloud.
A "cloudy fog."
I haven't the foggiest idea what's happening.
Under the anesthesia again.
The stomach must be opened up.
My heart's taken out.
The eyeballs too.
The ears not able to hear.
Dressed naked.
Sheets covering my body.
The operation was a success.
We won the war.
I didn't have to fire a shot.
Was I already dead?
Or just dreaming?
I watched them take my parts on a TV's screen.
Deafening silence and solitude.
In my new sanctuary.
By Jonathan Billet
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