"… see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
than the simple, untested surface before.
There’s a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh
is proud of its wounds, wears them as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest —"
~ JANE HIRSHFIELD, From 《For What Binds Us》