LOVERS
It starts as a bruise
at the ankle,
you don’t even know how it happened.
The wound festers,
a break in reddened
skin, a trickle
of pus. Superficial until
a scalpel through the sloughing
layers exposes
tendon and bone. New dressings hide
the wound
like snow covering a rose.
Tracks close
at night, only to re-open and drain
in the morning.
Cut and bandage, cut
and bandage
but the foot
cannot be saved.
Evergreen Chronicles
