As I Lay Embryo-Like

The scope went down the food pipe Lighting its contracting walls Down to a frothing stomach Where they scratched out A piece of suspected tissue To look at it later at leisure And ascertain the secrets of its texture. I lay embryo-like Folding my hands around my head In prostration to the might of science A toy in the hands of bespectacled intelligence Pouring over me in profound seriousness. I lay embryo-like Sedated in primal state As my entrails curled up Like earthworms in the sun To their curious prodding. Another tube headed up the colon To pinch a piece Of an innocent polyp That swayed its head Like hyacinth in the wind. Blood splashed around bright Painted the flesh Picasso-like. They would look at the bit later again Under their scopes In air-conditioned labs And nod their heads In grave silence. God only knows what that would mean. Or, who would care? I could only think embryo-like Sedated into my primal state. The tubes scoured me up and down, They thought they knew me too well now, To fill their talks at lunch What each cell, each hole, each bit Of my pulsating corpus meant. Yet I lay sedate, unknown to them Like a sunken sun behind the crimson hill Radiating into trees, winds and sky And the last chirps of homing birds, Housing a universe in my heart. They thought they knew me too well As they peered into every cell For foreboding changes that spelt hell. Yet, they knew me not The one who lay sedate Worlds away from them Holding the universe in his fondly clasp.