I’m a surgeon
but would rather be an actor
nurses, at the hospital, tell me
that I have got the face for it.
When I strut my stuff
and with flourish wield my scalpel
my patients are too unconscious to applaud
and when I visit them later
they are too groggy even to thank me.
One day at my summer retreat – ok, so I’m not poor-
when leaning over looking down into the well
to see my Faustian reflection I fell,
up to my Shoulders it was cold
and Maria my maid had gone home for the day.
Stood there till daylight when she came to fetch water.
‘Maria, I hollered, run to the kitchen open the top drawer
the one by the sink and get me the small round mirror!”
“Why the mirror?”
“Never mind that woman just do as I tell you
then go and get the aluminum ladder.”
My God how handsome
I’m pale with dark rings under eyes
just like a dying prince Hamlet,
I really have to take drama lessens now
before it’s too late
get out of the surgery
where nurses are the only ones who adore me.