Leave the wounded

Considering myself rejected

and not wounded

I fled

leaving parts

scattered and

shattered

I abandoned them all

like the dead on a field.

Who am I that I leave

my soldiers, my players

bare and exposed?

Who am I that I fly

when my other selves

lie without legs, arms, wings?

I consider myself anew

encountering

a creature

unknown

and estranged

the me of bare necessity:

who leaves selves for dead.