Love Wound Poem by Chris Jibero

Though scarcely seen on the skin
It is a tawdry piece of merchandise
In the supermarket of pain and anguish
An ashen face with unkempt frame
Especially when the position of appetite
With self-grooming is overthrown
By grief and depression
But it shows clearly on the wide screen
Of a heart shattered by a scurrilous sting
So grievous a hurt
Hot lead pumped into a tender heart
The worst of wounds ever
That a truculent man inflicts on his friend
A grim and sordid sore
With lots of blood and gore
Which the dispenser dresses with powdery pepper
Like a lousy, heartless quack
Disposed to aggravate the pain issuing from a bleeding wound
More painful than knees grazed on a new Arabian rug
An arena of consummated love
When visited later
By a splash of harmless cold water


A gash more enervating than all other wounds put together
A levied inebriated troop in a show of power
Advancing to raze a harmless hamlet
A chosen scapegoat to impart an exemplary hard lesson
To intending disrespectful neighbours
Gun fitted with telescopic eye and fired at close range
A precision missile hitting bull eye
High calibre bullet piercing through a fickle fence
Of inordinate affection
And lodging in its carved crater
Spilling precious blood profusely in a grieving well


A gaping traumatic stitch
Lingering
Festering
Excruciating
Debilitating
Devastating
Because the victim is usually met unprepared
And unprotected
Because more often than not
Lovers prefer blindness to objectivity
A crazy self-delusion
Deliberately debarring themselves
From seeing telltale signs
White-coated lies polished as a swanky soldier's shining boots
And in their kitties also are sympathy-courting dramas
Often climaxing in tears that melt simple, supple souls


Oh, a wily woman's tears shed in love
Is a weapon of mass destruction
Nay, a potent biological weapon
To whip a macho man into line
Positioning him to be deceived like his foremost father
And such crocodile tears herald a deadly ambush
On an unwary loving soul.

(c) Chris Jibero.