Amputations Poems - Poems about Amputations

...mass confusion under an abandoned black mailbox just mentioned as lackadaisical as day, someone very close to me just told me about diabetes medication i sit on this empty porch of dried tears wit......

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...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......

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...Their philosophers dehumanized our ancestors. Their missionaries demonized their humanity. Their merchants made them chattel. Whippings, rapes, amputations, For the training of wild ******* w......

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...Swollen knees bring fears of blocked tubes -- harbingers of destruction, cold limbs, looming amputations. Swollen knees bring alternate explanations for pain – cysts maybe? fears subside. m......

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...When tons of doom filled nights fall upon your head, embers glow fierce and fires burn unabated. Recalling her last breath and wish you were dead in poem's last line, you've been beat and castrate......

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...Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant to the whims of those about him endlessly wordlessly wondering about the many demented subjective qualities of our ever present mammalian imperative via......

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...a flustered tango of Gypsy moths drumming the porchlight; chalk artists; the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost in unkempt fields; space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon oil on che......

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...Things are quiet here, a friend writes in the first email of his long life: Most mornings I drive to Gillson Park, sit and read beside the Lake. The waves are a symphony. Books are better th......

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...Burning bodies, staring eyes. Smoking chimneys, human cries. Gas chambers for Jews to die. Frozen corpses piled up high. Electric wires inflicting pain. Mass starvation, inhumane.......

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...After tasting the homemade poison, the walls, start moving. The poppies are in bloom. I am not interested in morphine or codeine. A sago palm has come of age, preparing to put up the conic......

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...Faith, a mythical bird of your imagination Sent by an imaginary friend to defend you who will only help if you have heaped on adoration I'm not sharing inside information just a realisation, fait......

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...PITA BREAD Go in the Portal to read. It is just a vestibule to perceive, to conceive, to form beliefs, to establish creeds. This world is in a make-believe that government is to bring subordinat......

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...I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees that made a forest sacred- knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence Stealers of beauty and promise: these amputations leave ......

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...Physician’s convictions to poison their patients, Procedures with Ether, cold X-Ray stations A thousand scans in milligrams, Lobotomies and Amputations… Surgeries to transform me, Imperfections ......

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...I don’t want to sit on a patch of fear, tangled in occupation while fighting with the locks. The theater of tumblers. I am here, not there making dents in air on alarmed street. Time was out and t......

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