Dreamt I lay on a marble slab
at the centre of an anatomical theatre.
Men dressed in black with broad-brimmed hats,
taken from a painting by Rembrandt,
were in the process of opening my rib-cage.
Those crowding round up there in ring upon ring,
leaned forward so as to see.
They gave a gasp
when one of the black figures lifted up my heart
and pointed to how it was still beating.
I also felt how my lips were moving
forming words that refused to surrender.