These Cuts Poem by James McLain

Nurse they do not like you either..
They know..you do bad things to us..
You make us sleep untruly is..you bend
our limbs when we sleep/..happy is our dreams.
The cuts you explore, you spread them more
and our bodies weep twice, as much than before.
Your face you do not even mask, so sure of our
powerlessness, you stand in the way of our hopeful
recovery in fullness.
Skined of limb, through these thoughtless cuts you explore
so happily, always on us, your tears are the wrong ones.
You are a bad, Evil nurse woman, untie..me..now...