The vivisection of a write.

As the bandage unravelled
the situation was inevitable.
The destruction was two fold.
Firstly, by removing
the heart of the poem
the flow and imagery
stopped pumping.
Secondly, the peeling
of the backbone
left each stanza and verse paralysed
from the head down.
leaving only a tunnel
of graphite grey
where bright lights
from a blank canvas shone
marking the end
and a new beginning.