Hurt

I am hurt again,

This time it is a mortal wound.

The green liquid oozing out

of the gash has lost all directions.

Life shortened.

Poetries mute,

canvas shrieks,

dervish dances anticlockwise,

A longing stretches hand

to ALPRAX Sr

compassionate soporific.

The ancient stone god HURT

The courtyard swept,
with strong disinfectant
Toxicity removed.