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The Wound, So They Say, Is Healed.

The wound is healed, new skin

grown and you cannot see

the join, where the ribs were exposed

to the harsh light of the surgeon’s eye

in the centre of his forehead, bones

but no muscles, convulsing, pumping,

in and out, in and out

watered down blood

now coursing through proper veins

and on time, you cannot see the join,

but I can, I still feel the tick

of the open pulse, I see the pain

of open heart surgery before me

and left exposed for a month,

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I am guilty

of many crimes,

so they say,

but here in my confessional box,

I find the priest in no mood

to absolve me, a listener

of final words and regret,

ask for leniency in this casket,

one size fits all,

I am told my heart is too heavy,

paying a price, guilt paid in advance,

no returns, my remorse and shame

mutually vying to eat my soul.

Ian D. Hall 2017

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