Operating Theatre Poems - Poems about Operating Theatre

...So many voices, both men and women all talking at once, it was dark. I don’t understand a word of what they are saying. I'm trying to focus but I cant, my mind is wandering. I don’t know where I ......

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...Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and gold, A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills ......

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...I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind Where am I? What’s happening to me? What am I doing here? I try to remember, my......

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...Frantic, cleanliness, cleanliness Blood is thicker than water The blood is thicker, clotting, clotting The bandages and duct tape Plaster of Paris, a perfect cast Without a script, no stage le......

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