“thick like sap”

There is nothing more gruesome
than the sight
of red blood on the dark gray
bark of a tree—
Fresh, dry, or dripping
thick like sap.
There is nothing more gruesome;
Not even upon realizing it is you
who has been skewered in half.
All of this,
for a generic headline that reads,
Man Recovering From Accident.
Photo on page 7.

narrative poem written on 09-21-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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