Dissected Frog by Johann Rosenhof
Nausea lies just beneath
formaldehyde surface tension,
the stink of chemicals, latex and bile
violating torpid air. Amphibians
pinned to cheap chipboard;
skin surprisingly un-clammy.
Tranquilised, triple-lidded eyes
will not see the midday sun
rippling pond scum
or catch the quick swim of pollywogs
as they erupt gelatinous spawn.
Tiny tympani unable to hear
the nervous slice of the scalpel
or the greasy ooze of fluids
escaping the obsolete cloaca.
Liver, stomach and pancreas,
plump and ripe for removal,
cardiac pump a little harder to find,
but it is the minute testicles
that remain elusive, that dodge
the delicate tweezers
trembling between pink fingers
until finally located inside
the prone, olive body.