The Wound

by Wendy Carlisle

               And one of them smote the servant of the high priest, and cut off his right ear. And Jesus answered and said, Suffer ye
               thus far.
               And he touched his ear, and healed him
          Luke 22: 50-51

Was it good luck
to be Malchus,
to stand close enough
to take the opening cut

at the end of the story,
to behold the deaf ear
on the ground
curling toward heaven, then

to be made whole
again, one might almost say holy,
or after the wound, unable to abandon
one life for another, to remain

untouched, back away, fade
into the crowd?

Wendy Carlisle is the author of Reading Berryman To The Dog (Jacaranda Press, 2000), Several of these poems are from an unpublished collection entitled “Decocted Life.” She lives in Texarkana, TX. “My South” first appeared in Three Candles