Sopor Aeternus

[unpleasant reminder in a subterranean pathlogy department]
We are entering the operation theatre of the ramiliar morgue:
the student nurses are making a lot of noise,
their voices echo from the bare tiles walls...
I improvise a fainting fit: "I cannot bare these voices anymore...!"
the tiny spineless spider, who really is a dog,
has hurt herself - or did she get hurt ?- somthing 'bout her back...
oh, does she need a new one?
Torso-less she onlydoes consist of legs...
much like a crushed little cross, a tiny crucifix.
so cautiously she's stalking now across the palm of my right hand,
merly a thin branch in the wind,
touching the wound... where i had cut my finger.
I hand her over to the nurses, one of them - directed me by the teacher
carries out theoperation, for wich i dont have the knoledge.
one day everyone here must fulfil this very task alone,
as it's the only way to learn... and in the end become a master...
yes, this means responsibility,
and it's connected directly to stress and fear.