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Scars tell tales beyond their gasps  
or moans or wounds.—cab      
       
 the oyster hugs its pearls,        
       scorched by harsh grains of sand;        
           the sand, swept by windwhirls,        
                      annihilate the land.        
                  sweet ebon, wear your rings        
           —no tree as tall and proud!—        
       where time has grafted strings        
to pull you to your cloud.        
         
                      my children etch birthmarks        
                  from caesarean birth,        
           even as in notched barks        
       trees celebrate their worth.        
the thornbird paints its blood        
       upon a cruel thorn,        
           even as tears, their flood,        
                  upon a bitter morn.        
         
unkindly thoughts the heart        
       may, in stark blindness, bruise;        
           disconsolations chart        
                      deep death-marks in disguise.        
                  the soldier from his trench        
           brings nightmares home, of war,        
       whose futile battle-stench        
makes permanent its scar.        
         
                      man’s carbon footprints leave        
                  a heritage of woe        
           that makes the whole world grieve,        
       with no safe place to go,        
save to that dogwood tree        
       that bore the Prince of Peace,        
           from scarTracs to set free        
                  the soul that seeks release.        
         
© Copyright 2021 May 09        
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
cabcool
Written by cabcool
Published | Edited 11th May 2021
Author's Note
ScarTales was inspired by dialogue with KristinaX, on her poem of a similar theme.
View visual (copy/paste link) here: http://mydo.cx/OTMyNTZl

Scars tell tales beyond their gasps or moans...
ScarTales was inspired by dialogue with KristinaX, on her poem of a similar theme.
View visual (copy/paste link) here: http://mydo.cx/OTMyNTZl

Scars tell tales beyond their gasps or moans or wounds. On a single body, they represent the rings on a tree that chronicle the living of the elements of every passing year. They tell the age and reach and endurance, as DNA mapping, so individual so inseparable, to the skin and heart of the victim and victor.
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