HEALERS

I am the surgeon,
studying the human body.
Hands and eyes finely trained.
Cutting, clamping, moving.
How much is that worth to you?
I am the drug,
developing for years,
I course through your body now.
Attacking, eliminating, balancing.
How much is that worth to you?
I am the machine,
living in your body.
Parts perfected.
Fifty years ago, you wouldn’t have a chance.
How much is that worth to you?
I am the Lamborghini Murcielago,
accelerating from 0 to 60 miles per hour in 3.8 seconds.
Wow!
How much is that worth to you?


This poem first appeared in Pennine Ink, Issue 36, 2015.