I Feel More Than Your Pain Poem by James McLain

I will make you
my nurse
tie you down like you did me
I will save anesthesia I will
make you a flap I will take hours
unreel you
to your white bone colored crown
bleaching your hair along the way
I cannot do it
you direct my hand at your instruction
grey trembled beats moist heat
why do you jump convulse seize gasp is air
leaves your lip rubbery
shocking are wires laid upon your essence
Blithe moth mouths soul
your uncrowned is found achievement
arts pale
paint unleashed on me your soul
is my hand.