Saturday, January 10, 2009

Deep Wounds

I always wondered how animals recover from deep wounds
No hospitals in the forest
How do they lick their wounds and live?

There comes a moment to live or die
stand or fall.
This Fall right now
I imagine a fox somewhere torn twisted
bleeding on pine needles.

Surivival is continuous work.

But limbs don’t ache forever.
How do they stop?

Somehow they scar,
Old animals have these limbs that work somehow.

I stare into the mirror
At the freak of this wound
And I wonder how animals recover from deep wounds.

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