Scar Tissue

There’s hope.

Ointment.

Scissors.

Knives.

For scar tissue

EGCs and X-rays can detect,

opposable thumbs can reach.

For the unreachable,

the undetected,

poetry is blister.

No cure.

Just ruins recollecting rummage.

If I could, I would have saved

all that paper, all those ink blots

pretending to be meaning.

If I could, I would have been eco-friendly.

Paper and poetry are futile brilliance to be paid for in lifetimes.