Bayonet

more unkind
the cut
than sword
more deep
the wound
a careless
word
in anger
thrown
inflicts...
a deeper
bruise
than sticks
or stone
hurts
a part
beyond
the bone
within
the heart...
pain
we deal
is real
an ache
too deep
to heal...
no apology
cures
the ill
no word
can warm
the chill
or help the
moribund
condition...
a bayonet's
contrition
Emily said
is nothing...
nothing
to the dead