Poetry

Talking of obscenity 
you were undressing 
to show the scars. 
 
It was and it was not 
a display of is. Little 
raw wound. 
 
The lungs will not take 
this insult and scream 
in full horror. 
 
One collapsed faith, after 
the god failed him 
to climb a ladder. 
 
I am still convalescing 
from the gunshot injury, 
when you fired at a blackbird.