•blank page, cut hand

ink dribbled off edge

down onto palm of mine

mingle with blood

can they course through

both vein & pen?

can winged words

life blood be

ink that oxygenates

black to bloody red

soaring over pulsating sea

red & black scribbles

across wide, white expanse

staunch the wound

bleed the ink

my heart is lanced •

A. M. Pine, originally for the Peace Poem Project, drawing from this well.