This poem wears a white gLove leads it to do the things is does
It moves with tender precision
crosses splicing through taut skin
a spray of hot blood colOurs is the battle to liberate life
Strong drugs wrestle pain and win
the splayed legged lady’s ease
Swirls of saline sting withIn this country we value choice
Lids shut tight block out the light
and salt that burns the eyes
Wisps of hair corrode away
skin turns flame-grilled black.
Squiming can’t excape this place
but white gloves make the plunge
Slopping out a writhing glob
to pile with the sludge
This poem puts on anotHer life is back to one
