Gloves

Gloves Blue gloves approach Legs in the stirrups, baring all for birth The udder-like fingers probe Explore, expand Like grappling octopus tentacles Round the foetus Blue gloves approach Brandish a metal phallus ‘Just a little nick' Smear whipped away, with dignity, Blue Gloves retreat Blue gloves approach The mozzie whine of modern dentistry Descends, and with it Memories of horror, Drool, discomfort, agony. Blue gloves approach the dead man on the slab Somebody's brother, father, uncle, friend Like something foul as carrion or disease I dream of blue gloves laughing Menacing, at night White gloves of satin, lace or friendly cotton Formal, sophisticated, elegant and chic Cotton's for handling priceless manuscripts Waiters wear them at high class events Brides wear them, blotting out tattooes Like Tina loves Big Bartek, how unfit To drape around a partner christened Dan