POEMS BY JOHN GREY: In This Quest to Live Forever, Marie from Kinshasa, A Good Time Is Had by All

What do I know of my last day on Earth?

I do remember the surgeon with the very large scalpel.

He stood over me, used that blade to reflect light and blind my eyes.

He was there to cut me open, but a doctor must be allowed to play.

I'm sure I have a lot of fun toys inside me.