When I operate
I operate alone
on a blue couch
no anaesthetic

go through the chest
with a wiltshire;
planet light, shaving mirror
& Gray’s Anatomy

retract ribs three & four
with a tyre lever
if recalcitrant
employ Makita chain saw

hoover suction
swab with a pair of her cottontails
unskidded, preferably

the tricky bit:
raise and snip the aorta
and ventricle arteries

take a moment to ponder
god’s handwork
then shoot from the three-point line
in to the dog’s bowl

that’ll hurt,
but a job’s not worth doing
unless done well

go in deep
snip the rectal-optic nerve
rectify the shitty outlook

poke back in
nature demands symmetry

suture with dental floss
sterilise with vodka

let the dog in