New Fingers


My new fingers -
The callus pads align
Like hungry faces
Of ancient worms

Symbiotes!
Interlopers!
I touch my cheek
But they

But they have been there already
And left me course'd stumps
And bristle

That only the fine
Apply of metal
Can assuage


#NaPoWriMo 2014 poem number 2

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2014