Snarl of blood and antiseptic
Glint off needles,
Buzz of a drill
I hover in the doorway
Anxious, uncertain
Marked faces, legs, arms
Metallic attachments
Shaved off hair
I stick out
Pure, untouched
Wave of tossing heads
Vibrations uplift
Strangers unified
I am alive
Filled, electrified.
He blends life into still forms
An exchange: green for a frame of darkness
And,
Other worldly as it may seem,
This
*Is where he fits
