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The Dance of the Ape

September 4, 2015
By hashbrownschan SILVER, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
hashbrownschan SILVER, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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The ulotrichous ape dances on her face,

Pirouetting across the scalpel

Which digs into her cornea

 

Placed in a strait-jacket,

Constricted under light twilight,

Sterile instruments chisel

At her skull

 

A colliery of unspoken diction;

Her displeasure is bellowed as the ape dances

In the control center of cleanliness,

Spawning future psychiatric patients

 

Dancing,

Weaving,

Pinching,

Butchery

 

The shunt stabs into her optic nerves;

Replacing the bruises of an ape

When its overworked glands

Become adorned with perspiration

 

She was blinded by the

Bracelet for her bravery:

Plastic, cheap, offensive;

But, trembled at the thought of more,

With coriander sprinkled

Over her clumping eyelashes

 

And the ape still dances on her face,

While a distant picnic proceeds

As she became a quagmire of

Her mother’s nagging, medicine,

English muffins, and heart burn capsules

 

To defeat the ape,

To feed it to its masters,

I pray for such a day


The author's comments:

This poem is about my mom who endured many eye surgeries this past year. When I got home from school, after my mom had a very complicated eye surgery, I heard her talking on the phone to a friend. She said that "it was like an ape was dancing" on her face. That quote inspired me to write this poem.


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