OLD LEG Poem by Claude Esteban
OLD LEG
Old leg, you no longer serve, I
jettison you
is it too vast, the world, one could
lone oneself, but
everything is alike in the ends, all rots
no matter where
the old brain as well
needs a crutch, hobbles,
hobble, my pure spirit, the toads
snigger in their marsh.
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