Pantoum for wounds

We are fighting and dying for nothing
evidence unfolds in the still bright puddles of mud
Democracy spreads in the plastic battle dressings and Kerlix
The rain comes down like Panama, thick and sticky with blood

Evidence unfolds in the still bright puddles of mud
The man crumpled, loose jointed, bobbing, a machine slowly breaking down.
The rain came fast like Panama, thick and sticky with blood
This is like describing the intricacies of sex to virgins

The man crumpled, loose jointed, bobbing, like a machine slowly breaking down.
Rays of light spread across the sky like spokes of a wheel,
This is like describing the intricacies of sex to virgins
Her jaw blew off, hands, feet, face lost in translation

Rays of light spread across the sky like spokes on a wheel,
The big roulette: what time, which route, where you sit in the car
Her face flew off, hands, feet, face lost in translation
And you don’t know how lucky you are.

We are fighting and dying for nothing
Democracy spreads in kerlix across the wound