He holds the beating heart within his hands,
In sterile gloves, the pulse of human life;
Lies still the body, reposed in dreamless sleep,
Exposed before the Surgeon clothed in white;
A mind in darkness — work performed in light,
In whispers — none believes that life is cheap:
Expert knowledge guides the cut of the knife —
Under his care, life’s depth and length expands.

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