The Surgeon Poet
Dr. Lloyd Jacobs
The surgeon knows how fragile are
bonds that hold things together against
the entropy of re-routed viscera or veins
and the forces that restrain the universal
expansion to empty nothingness
of our hospitable universe
Consider the circle of trees
on the horizon, how the procession of trunks
constitute sutures
which hold the sky atop our brown earth
despite the sky of spirit and stars and moon
yearning to drift away
or the incorrigible rhymed poem wanting
to drift away unread, unheard, never
to enter the hermeneutic circle