To lose a limb, anathema to me.
Yet once I thought how simple it would make
my life inside my mind, to give, to take,
a limb away; a crippled man I’d be.
But whosoever really thinks they see
façade in me; that I am just a fake,
I castigate and leave you in my wake
for I have all the reason not to bleed.
To part the skin and take a limb away,
means sacrificing all I’ve loved and dreamed,
insulting those whose wounds are here to stay,
I’d burden all my friends, or those who deemed
me worthy of their time; that is to say,
I’d cut away both flesh and friends esteemed.