Protect your guiding hands
Without consent, you begin
To reach inside foreign lands
The owner is vacant
Numb to progressive action
The land can whimper softly, but
there's no reaction
The shaken land grows steady
The stitches shift the plates in place
Spawning harmony and bliss
The land is suited for a kiss
The queen lays peacefully
beside a drill, clamp, and scalpel
awaiting reconstruction...
while the morphine starts to swell
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