There’s a dispute, not panic
Yet but someone has been
Bled, is bleeding, a victim who
Was and is seen—the brood pulls
A muscle—a tendon in the jaw
Sparks—the tongue would
Speak, gut shuttle,
Eye seize,
Nerves harden—
A dislocation, press of bodies,
Curlicues of muscle tangling along rails—
Ecstasy tears through fresh sheets of wax;
They sense it: muscle, grip, flexure;
They sense it and they brighten, set their teeth.