Lame
This slave leg had it coming
letting that whole side of the body down
with its limps
and its pains
we bit down on curing it
like it was a bad tooth
the runt of my limb litter
failed to thrive
dragging
lagging
finally we got the chains to it
tied the thing to a post
for its own safety
as much as my own
it was a failure at being a leg
tripping me up
and breaking things
slave leg earned the fate
it has exactly
it’s a lesson to the rest of them
where limp gets you
see
whoa! hope the leg heals quickly and painlessly, Kerri - the poem has legs, though. No worries on that score;)
ReplyDeleteSad to say Efi, that leg is cactus, but I had it tattooed. Is she won't be useful, she will be decorative. I have a degenerative connective tissue disease
DeleteOh, no! Bugger. She looks beautiful, with that leg bracelet. xx
DeleteDear Kerri, That's a good proud poem. My own body has betrayed me for so long now that it thinks it's my friend, while its aches and pains remind me that it's not!
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