twice bleeding
8-7-95
twice bleeding
these sterile hands do no good
maybe this matted homeless hair
maybe this dark rough tongue
can soothe these running wounds
side split by steel
thigh torn by teeth
I lay in these rough leaves
man and animal torn together
in this embittered battle
I knifed this beast escaping the cage
I bit this deaf and mind-dark man
one tongue licks both wounds
tasting dark salty wine
and ragged tortured flesh
one body, one blood
one anger, one fear
twice bleeding