For Those of Us
who bled ink from bandaged handsit will undoubtedly be our curse to know
that blood is mistakingly understood as
the primal force of vitality which flows
and culminates into the homogeneity that is man.
Share with me a lamentation for our black ink's
untouched rocks and crucifixes and the bandages
that have in fact ruined us through healing.
Welcome my ghostly poet comrades.