"The Knife," by Richard Selzer. Part 3.

[ockette]

One can count on absurdity.  There, in the midst of our solemnities, appears, small and black and crawling, an insect: the Ant of the Absurd.  The belly is open; one has seen and felt the catastrophe within.  It seems the patient is already vaporizing into angelhood in the heat escaping therefrom.  One could warm one's hands in that fever.  All at

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[mrseysidescousr]

minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)