Amputated (Dream)


You can’t do that! I cry out in fear,

watching the woman laid bare on the bed.

A blade presses gently against her arm, 

trailing an invisible line across her skin. 

And then once more further down, 

across the thigh above the knee.

It is diseased, you say. 

All between the lines you see.

There is no other way. 


I cry, I fear, I panic and think

that woman will die.

For how could she not?


You listen not to me.

Your hand is steady, 

you cut and reshape

the flesh that remains. 


It is with great relief I see

the woman stand

alive and free of pain,

free of all that was. 

So much, cut away, 

she’s now no taller than a child

but still alive.


Yes, I see her walking.

Through painful loss,

and frightful aid,

a brand new life.

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