Sonnet 565

Ice water veins and muscles deft and right,
Rapt mind full fixed upon the gliding knife;
The grip upon the handle firm but light
As tissues splay so spilling forth their life.
A muted buzz to stem the surging tide
Staunch suction pursed to swill the overflow
And now the corpus lies a book spread wide,
Sheer layered lines glint ‘neath the head lamps’ glow.
Deep now the demon in his hidden lair
With tentacles insidious and grey,
Pure malice mingled in dread deaths’ despair,
Of purpose yet to murder or waylay.
The duel rages, hours in seconds pass—
And now the evil fettered up in glass.

© Loubert S. Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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