Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, June 27, 2019

MALPRACTICE 

They’re donors
not doctors,

but don’t know it.
Their too busy grafting

their own wounds
on to us too see

that their condolences
aren’t a healing flesh.

They’re just not.
Because we’re not

burn victims awaiting
some new tissue

like a salve. We’re not.
But no one

understands this,
least of all us.

Loss looks different
on different people.

And so, kindness
in our case,

feels more like malpractice
than a cure, ‘cause we can’t

feel flesh that isn’t 
there to feel.

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