Drill

He has a way about him.
He is a hand-drill, quiet and direct.
He is a coiled spring
and he knows exactly how many
coils he has.
He is discrete.
Quantified.
Minimal.
Precise.
He smiles, precisely, at the right time.
He is never verbose.

Sometimes, I suppose, he must get wet,
sloppy,
amoebic.
Sometimes, I suppose,
when his purpose requires it.

What do you think?