The Wound
The Wound
It was suggested
I was wounded.
I checked myself
Like a man
Who can’t believe
He hasn’t been
Shot in a duel.
I couldn’t find one.
A wound, that is,
Not a duel.
Duels are a dime
A dozen these days.
I seemed fine.
Only then did he
Who was examining me
Say, “The wound
Is inside you."