Doctor

This time it is real.

A sickness
contained within
the tupperware
of the lungs
and the ribs.

I am milking
I am mating
I am with the pack of wolves ripping apart
the remains of an elk
left splintered
in sinking soil.

I am awake. I see
the gloved hands
and where they go
behind the
cecum. The beginning
of all the
travels
of all the leftover
meats.
Blood on
my incisors
or what is left
from grinding.

The calm
they try to pump
me through. Get her
in,
get her full
of fluids. She
will be
the same
tomorrow.