The Wound is a Disease

Never wounded, never shot
 I brought something home
another way.

They called it healed,
rated at zero,
not worth a cent
for the time spent.

 something laid hidden 
Deep within, at an older 
age it would rage

With no wound seen,
there’s “nothing here to see”…
truth laid in waiting
in my Dee in Aye

The wound is a disease,
ready to come out any day, in
 Dee In Aye 

With no wound seen,
there’s “nothing here to see”…
truth laid in wait in 
altered Dee In Aye.

What my service sewed, 
a strand of translocated
Dee In Aye.

Hidden deep beneath the skin,
a slow burning wick within.

Time divine,
but endings defined.
Nothing ever came
in a straight line.

With no wound seen,
there’s “nothing here to see”…
truth laid in wait in
altered Dee In Aye.

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