itch/
raw pressed flesh sore
beyond scabs flecked insolence
sigh/
blood threads awful sign
of tangible fluid
life in crimson
listen/
orchestrated pain
handheld waves of distraction,
tainted tongue sings mettallic
milky/
secreted thoughts weeping tears,
unfurled ideals a barren burned flag,
lighten the heart as you pick
rushes/
into the arena
no pressed olive leaves or branches
all that was ancient spilled
overnight into turgid oceans swell
glassy/
eyes of expectant ones
embracing the sore flesh your body
offers
tragic tide of words come
slicks/
the machinations of policy
as the wounded lain in constitution
heart blasts trumpet
from the top
all visibility is bright in context
and the healing begins
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