Bruce Morton

MRI
 
The magnet resonates
Between ego and id,
Settling for flesh and bone,
A pre-mortem autopsy
Crissing and crossing
To parse and pixelate
Making black and white
What is pain and fright.
I am sausage packed
In the thrum of casing.
The machine plays bass
And I keep time, thinking
I know that tune. I need
To turn down the treble.
 

Bruce Morton divides his time between Montana and Arizona. His poetry collection, Planet Mort, (2024) is available from FootHills Publishing. He was formerly dean at the Montana State University library.