Recommendation:  maggot therapy for wound debridement

What is it about the healthy

that these little buggers should desire instead

only the dying and the dead

 

for their sustenance in the wound,

the burned margins offering as much perhaps:

fragile connectives, essential

 

salts and sugars of our tissues,

blood and oblivions, their embraces

evidencing just out of sight.

 

 

 

 

 

© Robert S. Pesich, all rights reserved. This poem first appeared in the Spring 2014 edition of Porter Gulch Review