going back to hamburg

 old scars from when
 they took portions of the
 unspeakable couldn't they have
 taken all of it and my appetite
 so i wouldn't keep on
 running into scalpels and walls

 new scars from when
 my collarbone and my eye
 and my thigh and my heart
 broke and i lay on the pavement
 in a foreign city and for once
 couldn't walk off the pain

 bad scars from when
 the body gets fixed up
 for a hostile world
 good scars from when
 the body crashes
 on a gentler world