We Don’t Shoot Our Wounded


molten as the Earth’s core

and just as deep.


by a remark

made by a woman I had just met.

Betrayed too

she was angry enough

she said

“to want to smack them.”



she said

“We don’t shoot our wounded.”

And just like that

I was reminded of the unacknowledged agony

behind the deceit

and was filled

with the compassion

of the Buddha.

(Though somewhere

an ember still smolders.)

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