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