I can taste oil

so much the numbness

of my lips orchestrates

meaning of its own

metal memory

box, highly conductive

the charge moves

through my organs

various and chilled,

for donation

unreal though

they are, alloys of

strategic metals with

titanium rods for tender

connections and a soul

made of optic fiber.

© 2001 - 2003  
Perry M. Lindstrom