swaddle it be, bud?

the surgeon invited me to peek

at his handiwork on my hand

just as he had on my other hand

on the seventh of this year’s Jan

and as before i was eager to see

so he warned “cold water” and washed away

the occluding and offputting sanguination

and lifted my hand above the canvas

and i beheld the bundle of nerves

relieved from its tissue strangulation

the tendon alongside as ivory as tusk

and looking as unyielding

depth of field about two centimetres

site about two cm wide

“thanks!” said i and my voice had husk

because I had witnessed a miracle