Fuck you (A history)

On needles and pins
Rather harsh, uneven
They have asked
Why do we not bleed
Under jagged knives
Sharp, and penetrating
Rusty razor blades
Sketching ancient scars
Something is lost
And recreated, even now
Why is it then
That we do not bleed
And just what spills
And fills these empty walls
With the splendid colours
Of mistresses, and lovers
Wild things, in diamond knit
Ripped, and torn
Animal claws, and snakes
Shedding abandoned skin
Under cotton covers
And dripping
Over the cracked glass floor
Why do we not bleed
Because,
We've bled it all before.