Like dragon's teeth of iron and fire

they munch my flesh in the wee hours.

Like that great beast got me in its jaw

and trolloped about, waving its prizey leg

like a dainty tit-bit to scrunch.

Cat with a mouse to play.

In olden times they cobbled up bodies with sinews of deer, mice and fish bones

with all kinds of cunning and small mercy

or tapestried silken finesse,

school-girl stitches, sticky tape.

So why not, with our techno-wizardry

use an industrial stapling technique

upgraded to surgical power-tool:

webs of giant clips, slammed in, wam!

to keep the bones and squidgy bits

 in place. Clean, safe and timely.

 

So Mother Nature

who is no mealy-mouthed faint-heart

when it comes to blood and teeth

can get on with her divers alchemies

in peace.

No worries, a few wakey nights

some squeaks and tears here and there.

 

Only alarm, from the legs point of view:

how to get them out!