With the new man's tongue
in his mouth he formed commands
where there were none.
Still, born of scaffolding,
faint flashes prodded him to recall
an old surface, now blasted.
New man's lips shy
from questions and ears hear
no answers.
Masculine sight survives
undaunted as far as he knows.
Not until he bent
and seized the cathartic mess
of discarded breasts
from before him
did he fear
his secret origin.