Arlene Corwin writes

 Living With Three Fingers

You become:

More concentrated,

Slower, focussed, 

Isolating body parts

As act demands.

One might maintain

IQ is raised, synapses sewn;

New cells in charge,

Not barging in

But chemically presenting selves

With means, new paths that swath

New clumsiness 

In cloths of velvet.

Life imagined as a hell

Is well behaved instead,

The head collected,

Body following its lead.

Underneath, 

And one can only speculate,

There is a will -

Quite silent, still,

But still a powered character its own.

Achievements shown, talents done

Through ‘fingers three,’

You still are you - will always be.

And from this moment, ‘finger free’.