Sacrament of Dismemberment

All life is forward, you will see

I have already lost

 

my hands to the gnarly

knuckles. The rough hands

 

that aren’t afraid

to labor what most men say

 

she can’t are still

attached to my arms.  I know

 

what fate these fingers face, so I type

as long as they let me.  Thank gawd

 

because the strength of my eyes hath

failed like staring into the Shroud

 

of Turin.

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