Tomahawk

Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp,

Where have I misplaced you?!

Your absence unnerves my clasp.

 

I flicked my wrist and bounced your blade to make deep tendons zap.

Now, what am I supposed to do?!

Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp.

 

I scraped your blunted handle tip on soles, my patient gasped.

Babinski could be slumbering, now what am I to do?!

Your absence unnerves my clasp.

 

While your strike may sometimes sting like that of Pharaoh’s asp,

I must assess, perform this test, but now I can’t without you!

Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp.

 

You help me see electricity that tickles the spine and back.

I’ll dig through boxes, bags, and sacks until I see this through!

Your absence unnerves my clasp.

 

I hope you never thought that you provided thankless task.

Oh, I rue the day I walked away and somehow forgot you!

Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp,

Your absence unnerves my clasp.

MED '19

Luke Mirabelli is a member of the University of Utah School of Medicine class of 2019. He holds a B.S. in Biology and B.A. in Italian from Loyola University Chicago. He is currently completing a combined Internal Medicine/Psychiatry residency at the University of Kansas Medical Center in summer 2019. He enjoys cooking and eating with his family, sharing a bottle of wine with friends, and skiing Snowbird.

Rubor Participation:
2019 Volume 7 Essay, "On Being a Different Man"
2019 Poem, "Tomahawk," web edition