But puncture the skin and fracture the bone,nThe present pain insists we are mortal.nBrother, a hammer to the knees disarms even the unassailable.nAs you live, with every stir and exhalation, you are subject to death.nnnJustify this perfect disconnection from humanity.nA sentient form of heart and bone,nOf warmth and thought, and still you break the body.nJudgment has failed in the dominant.-nWarm flesh beaten cold.nA bloodless husk lies one shade from physical death.nNow, justify this perfect disconnection from humanity.nnAll of mankind demands to understand what is in your heart,nAnd how the hands become detached from the mind.nDear mortal, we call you to account for the deeds of savagery.nYou will answer to the living world.nnAlas, not an uttered word.nBrother, you are in error.nnnWhat fires the core...nWhat moves the mind...nWhat enables the man...nnCancer in the mind and marrow,nAn unacceptable disorder of cruel decision and shrewd awareness.nThe living world is burning to treat the affliction,nTo rip out the cancer.nFor dear life.nnnNo defense will mend a broken bone.nNo words are healing bleeding wounds.nLet yourself bleed if you are to let blood.nnBrother, you are in error.