Operation

At three o’clock, malt whisky (ten years old), Napoleon brandy follows (warm and gentle), to ease away concern a mind may hold, about the planned assault upon “God’s temple.” An apogee to years of aggravation (a body wracked by rampant throbs and aches); four different ailments blend to cause frustration, while giddiness, fatigue are nature’s brakes. What lies ahead, is long and lingering pain, the road sign-posted, death just round the bend; no trace of fear but numbness in the brain, the Reaper nearly welcomed as a friend. The killer can be cancelled at a stroke, then other treatments tested over time; let surgeons try to lift the heavy yoke, to hesitate prolongs the pantomime.