The impossible surgery

 The skeletal spirit
beard, wind and teeth
moving through the pale face
wobbly on euphoria

The face of the underdog who is turning part boss
No umbrella those thousand insults accumulated
Self esteem nailed into a tiny steel cube a fable
yet he the windy wolf came to the meager table

Bringing more food and eating more
leaving the participants obese
the plates empty their faces dim
yet he left the table smiling and slim

Between teeth the wind blew
through the ghostly ginger beard
the sense of luck nay blessedness
Separate him from the wind
an impossible surgery