Through the window all I see is the surgeon’s hand make the first incision.
There is less blood than one might expect but too much nonetheless.
A rock concert is playing in the back row,
and somewhere down the aisle amassed armies charge into battle.
I shift my legs back to the position that was giving me cramp a moment ago.
I close my eyes but the darkness is lighter than the pure black
outside the window perfectly reflecting the scalpel cutting deeper
on the laptop screen of my neighbouring passenger.
There is less blood than one might expect but too much nonetheless.
A rock concert is playing in the back row,
and somewhere down the aisle amassed armies charge into battle.
I shift my legs back to the position that was giving me cramp a moment ago.
I close my eyes but the darkness is lighter than the pure black
outside the window perfectly reflecting the scalpel cutting deeper
on the laptop screen of my neighbouring passenger.