Surgeon
By Lindsay Goodier

I lay myself down for this internal surgery;

I will allow your careful hands to take me apart.

There is one reason I have come to you today:

I want you to take out my heart.

Throw all hidden stains into your sink of forgetfulness

And watch as they disappear down the drain.

All of the secrets I thought were hidden,

Leave not even remnants of a stain.

A new heart you give me in exchange for the old,

And picking up your needle, you begin to sew.

You stitch my flesh up with treasures of gold,

And leave it whiter than the freshest snow.

Thankfully I reach in my pocket for pay,

But I see you laugh as you casually say,

"The cost has already been paid

By the everlasting sacrifice I made."

Finals Schedule