If an explanation, then where the error seemed
less an event and more product of being blasé
we’ve an honest answer; though not given over
to histrionics, not my forte, injured fingers seem
a smaller cost for what could have been a total
disaster, a hand amputated of credibility. When
that loss is accounted against achievements in
the cause of self-sufficiency, well, we’re buried
gauze - I might add a brusque, bloodied salute
to the medicine chest which has the last word;
laconically it says you’re damned lucky, always
to the point - and I’m chastened by what hasn’t
yet daunted this dynasty of the brave
© 15 May 2014, I. D. Carswell
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