As a child I teased a younger boy
until he threw my rock hammer.
I remember being
on my knees with my
head on the grass,
as in prayer.
my hands
were
desperate
to to keep the blood
where it belonged.
It really wasn't much, a cut scalp
and a dent in my skull.
“Thank God you have a hard head”
it is good to laugh
after the blood has been cleaned up.
And now I have a story to tell.
There are others, some are more painful.
I would trade them, tell me about osteology
and how blood is born
.
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