Trails Of Wounds Poem by Chenjerai Mhondera

Are they scars
for all to see?

are they fresh, bleeding still
for blood to drop on path?

Are they visible
for the visibler to visee?

Are they temporary
for the remover to remove?

Who sees them?
who knows them?

Where is the sonnet in a ballad?
Where is the ekphrastic in an anaphora?

Where is the healer
to heal;
wounds deep, cast in flesh?

Where is the healer
to cure
inflammation of the soul,
and refill dents of the spirit?

where is the healer?