I must be an abscess; Or some other putrid wound. A blood-lump of pus Excised from the womb.
I am the swelling Before the hematoma clots. I am the bacteria In the needle-prick which rots.
The pain disproportionate, The fulminant fissure. The toxin that eats Right through the tissue.
Sanate or amputate, Either way ā be quick. Life is a candle flame On a running-out wick.























