THE CRY AT DEEP CUT
The cry at the first very deep cut that bleeds
is not for the pain or swooping blood
is more for the outrage, the single affront
that we can pour forth
I was most shocked when the blade jumped back in
by my critical eye
I didn’t prefer its improvement on my white thumb
though at other times I have been well aware
that the best skin is that laid bare.
St-Lambert, circa 1981.