Blood That Wouldn'T Yield

You thought that you could skip a stitch, the thread provided free You thought no one would ever notice, just one small opening The seam then weakened steadily, threads loosened left and right Excuses now unraveling, Old Glory taking flight The sinew given strong and taut, to seal the danger out But that one stitch you failed to close, won’t mute the nightmare’s shout Miss Ross is now in mourning, as the stars have left the field That one stitch you’ve forsaken, —draining blood that wouldn’t yield (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)