Phantom limb aching
The extension of my body
Floats onward without me;
Heading West, toward California
Probably.
It's when I'm really saying
What I'm saying
That you run away,
Stubborn bull.
On trial for war crimes.
The suitable punishment?
Exhile from my
Kind heart.
It's as if somebody
Took an axe to
My chest, splitting it open
Everything is spilling out.
Nothing left but an
Empty cavity
Waiting to be
Filled again.