Root out / shootout
¶ 1
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I prayed
I prayed so hard, for you
that you would pull through
and survive, the operation
and that recovery, which couldn’t be swift
or without pain
could at least, be resolute
and fruitful.
¶ 2
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And then I prayed some more
with votive candles nervously lit
those same shaky fingers clasped, ball shape
and I prayed to God, that your surgeon
would have a steadier hand
a more assured psyche
that he would be the type
who could step up to a penalty shootout
and stroke with a surety of skill
and guaranteed result
so that an ensuing tumult
would herald the removal
of the tumour, masquerading, as itchy keeper
and that God as referee, wouldn’t blow
for a re-take.
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