So far, outside, the air is clear-

what they don’t know

can’t hurt them.  Not yet.

Tears and technology

Smell of oil and wax

sweat and concentration,
 

a scented handkerchief.

A transient emotion cuts

an everlasting scar.

He’s nursing wounds that lie

open, proud, defenseless

and bleeding into history.

Capture this – deep and dar

as a plough’s groove

in earth, turning, opening.