In high school biology we dissected our way through the animal phyla, slicing into specimens that had been ordered for us from a catalog and whose blood had been replaced with formaldehyde for the greater convenience of scholars. I had previously thought of myself as squeamish but I turned out not to be, or at least not outrageously so. What was inside things, I admitted to myself, was worth seeing, no matter how appalling it might be.
spring rain
the worms
come to the surface
waiting for the future I cut a worm in half
segmented worm
the war longer than it looks
on tv
That dissection becomes the true teacher, so well seen in this haibun.
biology
to follow all the pathways
different maps