The blatant exposure of internal organs
Trapped between machine
and couch, he lies still;
the field holds no pull
as he is moved forward
into black and the noise begins.
He believes he can feel
a laser scarring red flowers onto/into
his stomach to the beat
of the sounds; a precise incision
until he is open, hot.
It does not hurt.
A whoosh of particles,
alpha and beta, announce themselves
by ghosting through the fundus
and anterior wall before swimming
in the gastric canal, ignoring the dam.
Home now, he vomits, bleeds
yellow rose – like petals
and, finally, pulls out a thud of hair.
Luigi Marchini runs the Canterbury-based SaveAs Writers group.