Half in love with easeful Death: a season 3 Faith poem

[Wolfie Gilmore]

My hand curls, clenching
Fist around wood
A self-taught surgeon
My scalpel second hand
I plunge and I'm ready
To move on
But she screams
And the chest doesn't explode
I'm stuck there gaping, glued
His chest gaping too, pouring
Wrong warm blood
I can't see this
I didn't do this
It's just one of those things
Like leaving a man in the morning
He's not even one of my men
Just a thing
A warm body
That I didn't do
They're all just bodies, Buffy
Me and you too.