Phantom Pain

Phantom Pain

this limb; etched in memory and hard to see
blown up by a mine; just under the wounded knee

I feel the pain; she says in despair
she scratches her head; as if it is there
in search of a nerve; ending in nowhere

so they fly away; legs, lungs and livers
hearts and kidneys
as if they never had; eyes or ears
others laugh; behind sliding screens
in oblivion; as people lose their minds
in clinical dress; to show off their phantom skins
as body parts are put for sale; in so many pieces


Gabriel Guangul
10 Oct. 2012

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