Computerised Tomography

In illuminated tubes, in hospital beige, this whirring, clicking, living grave. It clunks and junks, it beeps and meeps, and it peeps. And in they peep, all the secrets that you keep, on a screen behind a screen. You can't see them, but you are seen, every nanofibrous imperfection. They see through thoughts and all the juices. They see your tauts and all your looses. Where blood escapes, and where it oozes, or where it does not, and more importantly, where does it clot?! Then a two week wait to see wot you got!