This constant ache
is Margo's leg's message to her, ever so.
'Hello. Hello. Hello.
You're getting there,' it says,
'step by step.'
Legs aren't stars
which sputter out
and go on gleaming anyway.
Patsy's lived, of course,
with phantom limbs and acidity
but Margo's fracture
doesn't point to
amputation. No.
It hisses at something
much more enjoyable,
more time on AB with Albs and al
Skin lantern,
necklace of teeth,
the bones & sinews
are all in revolt against us.
Just ask Balders about cuts and skulls.
with little bribes:
vitamins, penicillin,
& now these pounds of plaster,
but they will bury us,
good Bolsheviks that our bodies are,
And their bodies know it.
So they've got time to bide.
Meanwhile: Balders spread-eagle
on these crutches, Margo in plaster
and Patsy in an Omeprazole lake
Where's Sqad for christ's sake
in the Spanish bar, gin and tapas.
Our bodies are moving, here & now,
step by step,
towards the future,
that incurable fracture.
Not even Sqad or Balder's Lady Doc
can cure.