Spinal Tap: A Poem

Face the wall, he says.
I touch white plaster.
Hot wire slides inside my back,
hits a nerve, then bone.
Red-lit waves rise up to meet me.
My spine tapped for the translation. 
I coil like a metal trap,
and feel the serpent of my spine
Rise up and roar.
I am milk honey from the comb
peeled back and sucked.