Percy Dovetonsils

(12 Aug,1948 / Tokyo, Japan)

Art Needs an Operation


'Art needs an operation.'
-Tristan Tzara

Art
has a swelling
as large
as a grapefruit.

She
FIGHTS
for breath
-chuffing and panting.

A team of physicians
-diagnosticians-
takes samples
with needles.

Each test
comes back
the same.

Who will
tell Art
the prognosis
is bleak?

Who will advise her
her last days
are best spent
at home?

Submitted: Thursday, December 28, 2006
Edited: Friday, December 17, 2010
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  • Sylva Portoian (5/30/2012 1:04:00 AM)

    Please explain why you did write this poem...is it the art in surgery
    for some one sighing or is it the real art...
    It looks you are speaking about sick bodies...
    Where none can help after many surgeries...! (Report) Reply

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