My profession was facial prostheses
and the war called for all my art.
I helped a soldier with a shot-off jaw
get back to living with others again.
Another recovered half of his face
with a half Kaiser Wilhelm moustache.
If only I could craft a piece of cortex
that would give a helplessly fumbling man
back his memories.
And provide a sleepless brain
with a small wreath of barbed wire
that kept the memories away.