To lie down into a coffin like structure
to be moved not out of my own volition
to be studied, scrutinized and marked
to be medically dissected, scanned and pictured
to allow the ‘experts’ to decide what my brain knows not
at least what my mind has not registered
to succumb to the rule of the mighty radiologist
and the mightier machine that whirs and rumbles and grumbles
to know not of what secrets of my intellectual capital will be revealed
to yet quieten the intelligence if there is any of such kind
to realize the ‘computed tomography’ somehow
sounds too close to the tomb!
yet to feel somehow important enough
to kind of enjoy the halo around the head
to think rather irrationally of Tutankhamun
the prince who died young and left enough for the world to ponder
what caused his mighty death?
what jealousy? what disease? what rivalry?
to know for sure not an ant will turn if such were to be my end!
for I will leave nothing but a few words of fluffy ruminations
borrowed wisdom and regurgitated truths
to finally get up, thank the universe for a body that moves
a brain/ mind that registered ‘it’s over!’ and scoot!
PS: the first time at the CT and the last, hopefully!