Kevin Simmonds

The Amputee

Locust & Half Frog
    her asanas held
        without prosthetic legs of wild plastics
            no asana for Kevlar
                none for acrylic

How high her buttocks rose
    at inhalation
        eyes closed
            for the color wheel

azure mist
    umber
        almond flown             
            to coral

When you can control nothing else
            you can control your breath

She breathed through war
    the platoon commander who called her babe
        the helmet at her feet  a head still in it
            each baby left
                Come slate
                    below the rubble
                        Come goldenrod

To rinse her bones without self pity
    she had to send much
        the way of her legs

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