On considering Plastic Surgery: 

Face Map at 5X Magnification 

Short forehead, spiked 
gold widows mark. 
Three lateral tracks 
born there; deeper now. 
Smoking verticals intersect 
honeyed sun spots: 
novel aliens. At the 
bridge, two winding 
prongs flanked by 
silver wires.

Eyes enshroud, drape 
soft flesh, impeding sight. 
Once fair cheeks 
palimpsest red, 
descend.  Leaving  snout 
to bare the load, 
overlook sad mouth, 
valleys cracking full 
surround. Trailing 
alleys to the jowl.

This is a map to nowhere . . .