The Whys And Hows

Today we reopen the old wounds
To discover the whys and hows.
We slice apart the bandages so tightly wrapped.
Let's rip apart the stitches.
Rip and rip, listen to the howls.
We see the flowing blood, so dark it's practically black.
We see the mangled flesh, so ruined it's beautiful.
We pick and prod, the wound seems to weep the ebony.
We read it's history.
We listened to it's suffering.
We see the why and how.
Now we see the one's that have inflicted it.