5/18/11

I went inside a tube today,

And then the tube looked inside me,

And as it watched me where I lay,

I wondered how much it could see.

It saw through clothing, hair and skin,

These things were nothing to behold.

And then it deeply delved within,

Observing muscles, blood, and bones,

But can it’s metal eyes define,

Inclusive images of man?

Though flesh and fingers type these lines,

From whence they’re wrought shows not in scans.