The blood on my finger
waxes and wanes
a little moon
Peeled back skin layers
make it easy to see
the good of the gore beneath
Like choosing a melon
kicking a dog
it must be ripe and worthy
Else back it goes
wound without depth
great gutless trout returned to the sea
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