Battle Field

i'm out in the battle field
my lab coat's my shield
bullets fly through it
protapers pierce my skin
and blood soaks my gloves
oh what use are my gloves for?
to hold my blood in;
die it a crimson red

what i hold in my hand
my drills my knives my rubber bowl
war weapons they are indeed
kill the enemy
the tooth not the mouth
the mouth so foul and
oh professional?

the mask
to block out the noise
the goggles to blindfold you
oh how naked am i
and yet protected is me

stay away
stay way way away
i come after you
and in my haste may kill you

i apologize.