Face the Table and Bend a Little Bit (a prostate exam villanelle)

The moving finger probes up where we shit.
Listen: the doctor stretches, snaps his glove.
Face the table and bend a little bit.

Age can make all of our asses forfeit
Their health to cancer’s greed. So we’ll speak of
The moving finger’s probe up where we shit.

Elbows braced to ready ourselves for it,
Eyes rolling to the emptiness above,
Face the table and bend a little bit.

Pulses thrum a hummingbird’s rapid flit.
Nervous flatulence sounds unlike a dove.
The moving finger probes up where we shit.

The rectum palpated a full minute
After the initial slow thrust and shove.
Face the table and bend a little bit.

While we lean there feeling the word submit
Perhaps we’ll learn its cross-reference with love.
The moving finger probes up where we shit.
Face the table and bend a little bit.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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