It’s Called Cautery

Close your mouth,
comerade,
it’s called
cautery,
and it’s necessary
to coagulate
and mitigate
blood and damage.

Wounds burned scab,
yes, and scar
hard, so why
surprise when I 
find it hard 
to hurt
for you, or 
lack of you? Why 
big eyes when I
can’t know
nor care for
your sudden caress?

What? Did you expect
me
to pine away for you
and wine
my way around 
for you, 
phantom feeling 
limbs
from limbs
you tore from me? 
Standing,
gaping,
gurgling where you used to be?

No. 
It’s called cautery,
and it’s necessary.