The Shell of Man

The Shell of Man

The shell, torn,
Where the rock had ripped a gash,
Gaped like a mouth
Suffering hurt.
He probed, gently, the wound,
As though with the fingers
Of a blind man reading braille,
As though he was probing
The wound to his psyche.

Philip Kuepper
(December 2010)

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