My tools were all arranged before the flag,
was pulled by line and set upon the pole.
While I’m prepared to start without a lag,
the commencement is out of my control.
Only now just arrived, no means in hand,
The Team decides the tools they need outright.
“But how? It’s not as if this was unplanned,”
I think, all while my face remains polite.
If not inclined to start by the deadline,
they will not blame my work as in times passed.
Surely, time used to unpack a trephine,
can’t be blamed on how fast the man was gassed.
Will they dare to repeat the great cliché,
and say it was anesthesia delay?