.

of it we never took notice before

so small efficient and loyal
then cut, it’s alive! grows putrid to catch
infection. yuck: oozing white mess
levied with pains from the growing

red flesh now severed. we call that healing?
yep, we’re all cut. some are cut through,

left angry, weeping because we’re all whelps,
plus—we miss the uncut heart and

of course we never took notice before.

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