amputation
heartache dims but is not
forgotten, like phantom pain
from severed limb it
creeps up on a soul,
unaware
and brings the amputation,
fresh and bloody
nerves sing the knife's song
anew
it renders us undone and begging
all the while, we know
in our gut, a lost cause
it is over before
our mind forms the
first plea,
or tries to strike
a bargin
with god.
this was first published in alchemy, online poetry magazine, in 1999
Friday, July 15, 2005
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