Ruth Gooley’s most recent poem to appear here was “Reflections on the Virus” (April 2020).
DaVinci in the Lab
By Ruth Gooley
A slit and it’s done,
the liver exposed, the spleen,
the heart. I inhale the smell
of blood and rot,
feel the chill seeping in from
below, my back stretching
as I bend over the table,
separate the sinews,
slice, and pull out
a brownish lump,
globed with slippery
yellow fat. I hold it
in my hands.
Air pushes
in and out of my lungs,
I sweat, listen
for footsteps, an alarm,
feel the weight of my own
heartbeat as I push into
the meat, uncover chambers,
thick walls,
strings and veins,
gasp at the sight,
memorize what I see,
lay the heart
back in place,
pull out the stomach,
make another cut.
Yikes! Powerful vision.