Optima Dies Prima Fugit

I’ve had enough of head wounds.
God keeps on slicing me open,
when I’m not looking.

I blame it on the dusk
or silly Troy
or one glass of wine
and I curse like Aeneas.

If God hadn’t knelt down that way
so gently beside me
I would have died by now
a little less open.

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