Amputee

Over. I want it to be over.
I have tried so hard to be brave,
but I need to cry.

“Come now,” says a voice, “be a man!
You are still alive!
All I recall is the shooting.

What I was I don't even remember.
No arms, no legs.
A nurse to feed and relieve me;

I have no control.
Can't sit up, can’t lie down.
Must be propped with pillows.

There is no man here!
No arms, no legs.
Head and pecker.

That is not a man.
Can’t kiss. Can’t fuck
unless someone, eyes shut,
conducts me.

Mother, I want to die.
Can you not help me?