The third time the poet lands

In hospital due to bad arthrosis

In his knee joint

Yet waiting for two months for

A spot in its busy operating

Schedules.

He is in best hands and assured

By his surgeon of a great team.

When he wakes two hours later

He’s floating on a dizzy spell

Perhaps a different dose of

Anesthetics than last time.

Finally awake after stretches of

Sleep and slumber

He notices blood in his urine –

Not dangerous – the nurse is

Quick to assure him –

At times it happens with the

Set up of a catheter –

Damned! The poet murmurs

Has the person done humans

Before?

Well now

It means lots of fluids to rinse

The badly treated penis.

As long as all will still work

Normal. The poet thinks.

The next day the rinse was

Successful and the Malheur

Is put aside.

The pet will live.

The poet will love.

Bothe surgeons assure poet

The patient of a job well done

And another piece inserted

Towards a bionic poet.

Hah! Hah!

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