Quite underwhelming, that scar

A docile remnant of a once existential threat

Like the death of a fading star

Its fable; a bitter last breath

But stars dim in such an intensity

That the sickly mark bear so much

Such infamy always accrued a penalty

An idle, violent touch

Oh, how stewed we were in that scab

All of us fail to see

That little boy fiddled and jabbed

Torn from what his life could be