Anyone good at poetry??? I just need help analyzing this one short poem, please...


The Hurt Sonnet
by Casey Thayer

Dark days when I awaken so I slump
back to the swamp of his armpit, a whit

from the arachnid he inked to the stump
that’s left. So close to the vestige of it,

the danger he’s a reliquary of:
tattooed noose to venerate the fist

of a slug buried still in his butt above
a white cross for the men he didn’t miss.

If only I could strip off the black map
I sleep against and be his liniment,

gloss over the explosion, the mishap
phantom he feels in a forearm itch.

He won’t leave the long tale his tattoos read
for me, so I amend the story.

ANY kind of help, will be deeply appreciated!!!!