'X.File' - Poem by guy lipmore
Biking home, all alone.
‘Black' ice, at night.
Wheels gave way, didn't stop.
‘Handle-Bars' over the top.
Wrists ‘bent' and hurt,
Face grazed with blood and dirt.
Couple of days, go for X. RAYS.
They did detect, ‘needle' like object.
In my right wrist, was there something I had missed?
I was in ‘confused shock', yes took aback.
Recalling the accident, only the face did blood ‘vent'.
No other puncture, just conjecture!
Did ‘it' ‘get in' on impact, some how leaving skin intact?
With no wound, after hitting the ground?
Then as now, I don't know how?
Mind I did ‘rack', an answer I did lack!
Previously had blood test, first prick did ‘resist'!
Tried, she did again, did she leave something in?
No ‘other' miss-use, or drug abuse!
Reason or answer to find I cannot, it happened, bits still got.
To give it a last slant, was it a ‘Alien implant'?
Mystery, no idea absolutely?
Doc's advice/ opinion get removed or leave in.!
Chose to get extracted, couldn't have neglected.
On day of operation, got ‘new' information.
The surgeon did say to me, remember vividly.
'Can take out main object', he comments,
'But not the fragments'!
'The ‘fragments' were too small, won't touch at all'!
I was not even aware, anything else was in there.
Well they did remove, got the ‘thing' to prove.
The answer does still elude, no ‘end' to conclude.
Shake my head, puzzled smile, my very own X. File.
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