Gentleness had come a great distance to be there,
I thought, as paramedics stanched the warm blood,
signaling one another with their eyes.
I was not as I was, and I didn’t know why,
so I was aware of a shattering, of an unbidden,
moving under the influence of a restoring force.
Like a Japanese fan folding, my spirit seem possessed
of such a simple existence, the sexual principle
no longer at its center, nor memory.
I felt like the personification of an abstraction,
like mercy. My hands were red and swollen.
A great chain, the twitch of my life, dragged against decay.
Then I heard shouts. Far off, a horse whinnied.
I blinked back tears as I was lifted forth.