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