Robot-Assisted Surgery

Appointment to have organ removed by robot-assisted surgeon. Air-conditioned, no mosquitoes in the OR. When you arrive You'll remove all your clothes. Naked before the ladies, nurses Who have seen it all before. Mainly remember you're not unique. Think about the government while they're mixing up the medicine. There's always governance even if there's little or no government. Back to counting backwards. Inside out, if I die, will I know it? At 70, Jack's running the gauntlet with some skill! Benny Golson wonders aloud what might have been Had Clifford Brown not been killed in that auto accident. Jack's girlfriend once said he was the reincarnation of Clifford But he doesn't believe in ghosts, karma or an afterlife. Benny's old girlfriend Betty inspired the tune Along Came Betty And that's the most afterlife Benny or Betty's gonna get. The Trojan bench being not as deep as the Greek Once Sarpedon and Hector go down even the lucky shot To Achilles' feet is not enough to save the town. Aeneas is no match for wily Odysseus Although unbeknownst to all he has the last laugh when Rome Conquers Athens, the Myrmidons, what's left of Ilion And the whole known world from India to Britain. It's not bad to acknowledge death's primacy Although after a while you stop remembering To fear. That's when everything becomes clear Purpose v. purposelessness matters less, Anomie v. rule of law, that's a preference Love v. loneliness, worth about 25 cents Or a million bucks in the light of the holocaust. Nothing but light, love and the majesty of death in the room. Machines stand ready like marines, their beauty is in the motion That overcomes inertia. The food supply is deeply compromised So eat whatever you want. Mourning the dead is part of the business Of healing and staying alive. When you get to the afterlife, walk with eyes open, Ocotillo and cactus may be in flower. The robot does the work, imposes Its own small order, like a girl on a bicycle with disorder in her hair.