July 16, 2012


Don't worry,
that wrong way biker
who hit you head on,
broke your leg,
then left you
on the side of the road,
will get his when
he least suspects,
god saving something
for those who leave
the wounded behind.
You will mend,
but he is broken,
a compound fracture
of the mind,
festering, infected,
never healing,
a point of pain
returned in kind.
Like the scarlet
letter under Dimmesdale's
cloak, his sin
will not be
hard to find.