Playing doctors and nurses on the prison ship, Redemption.


A lamp trains tight on an exposed cortex,
with the patient unwired, his top come off,
to hee-haw laughter from the surgeon,
As a slack-jawed guard slides underneath.
His holstered gun wants hands to fire it.
The knife stuck in his gut put paid to that.
Hammering at the airlock door the guards
aint close to breaking is futile as the patient’s
chances. Once he’s down, they’ll all be done.
Comes a screaming, wreckage, and the stars.


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