Gutless scared I turn my head away
Cleaned and sterile stained I fearful lay my arm
Care in robes worn white watch over as we lay
She squeezes feeling stings the needle stick
My life’s offering begins to flow for another, perhaps today?
A bag of life I’d made by merely waking
Secret one accept my feeble hand up if you have a say
Drink of this my salty cup of potion frail
Look again upon the mirror we share in our humanity.