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dry ice shipment

i am preparing a dry ice
overnight shipment
wrapped in precious
hand painted
rice paper with
pictures of rabbits
in invisible ink spread
with a japanese love brush,
graphically depicted
in various positions
and postures.
inside, i have
carefully enfolded
the freight with soft
violet tissue paper
scented with musk
and vanilla and
cushioned
the payload
with blue bubble wrap
to hold the heat in.
i am teaching the blood boys
a thing or two about destination,
facilitating a miracle here,
making sure the transplanting's
not rejected since this is
no artificial foreign object invasion.
all forms have been properly encoded;
all lines filled out; all blanks filled in;
all pertinent data entered into system.
this shipment must be signed for receipt.

prior to the packing,
i thoroughly warmed up the aorta,
filled the ventricles with free verse,
the auricles with rhyme,
made sure the chambers
were secure with
perfectly timed demure,
and coyly winked a beat repeat
into the air trapped
between the cargo
and it's encasing
to offset embargo regulations
and to keep the paper chasing
to a minimum, tracking being
of utmost importance.
this is a point of departure.
when the package arrives
at its station, the honor guard
in full dress blues will step the parade,
armed to assure no rifling through
the carton takes place.
no about face, now.

this is the juncture.
the transplant's coming.
we will not need a bypass,
only a blast of oxygen
while the two are spliced.
i am preparing a dry ice
shipment, shipped overnight
in order to save
two lives.

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