Marked

If our figurative wounds we did wear,
Across my body there would tear
Pokes, jabs, and scratches everywhere

When I tried too much to care,
Where my basic humanity came to bear,
But there was no one left to hear.

—All the proofs of life’s affairs
In the wounds that we still wear.

(Working title: “Church”)

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