Home for Christmas


They left the hospital
while it was being done –
the cold air
took them by the arm;
streets, cars, people,
floated, swayed past.

I’ll do it, he said;
I haven’t lost one yet,
he added, but I will –
scalpel-sharp words
across thousands of miles
of traffic-noise,

their daughter’s screams
in their ears –
open-line
they couldn’t switch off
as they spacewalked around
the craters in Oxford Street,
with their deceptively firm
footholds of Christmas cheer.

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© Nemo 2020
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Ionicus

Sorry, Gerald, I am a bit confused. I gather it is about an operation but what puzzled me is this sentence spoken, I assume, by the surgeon:
“I’ll do it, he said;
I haven’t lost one yet,
he added, but I will –
Is he admitting that although he hasn’t yet lost any patients he will lose this one?

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