by Margaret Stevens Listen:Ghastly and gentle graveyard hymns&&&&&Buried&&Beneath barren lullabies.Listen closely:&&&&Silver&&&&&&&&& sorrows in tomorrow’s&&&&&&&&waiting rooms &&&&& &Here is yesterday’s doctor,&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&He who performedthe radical surgeryBehold&&&&&&&&& the&&&&&&&&Gauze &&&&&pads the God’s prongs.Behold & their austere nature,Their && unflinching && employment,&&&&&&&&used to pry out the corroded heart.Never to be named,Its &&&&&fingers webbed&&&&& its legs snared—&&&&&&&&twisted in ticker tape&&&&&&&&basted in … Continue reading Extraction