reshape wounded heroes,
make a face worth living with again.
He rescued people from childhood
deformity, ravaging disease
to face the world anew.
Now the surgery fills with ageing
prima-donnas, forgotten actors,
last minute’s discarded It girls,
Clamouring for attention, for
nips and tucks to buy
back a plastic copy of their youth.
He pulls back living flesh
creating hollow masks
from which old eyes will stare.
His fingertips do not have the skill
to heal away their
paralysing fear of life itself.
Previously published in Poetry Scotland
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