Motorcycle Flung
Irreparable brain damage,
concussion,
you have a brain tumor:
end of discussion.
You translate silence
with morse code,
twitching finger,
blank picture frame
in the mind's eye,
but do you see
or hear
or feel,
when we grasp your hand-
O, you the broken one,
you the motorcycle-flung.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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