Loss

My leg aches

moans the old woman

rubbing the void.

Phantom pain proves real

enough for her,

loss of limb

shocking nerve and tissue

a fit subject for grief

despite prevention

which requires pruning

gangrenous blight.

What was there is not.

No hope for healing,

restoration, or redemption.

Merely mortal, she mourns

what some would say is best forgot.

— SuzAnne Cole


SuzAnne C. Cole, former college English instructor, writes from a studio in the Texas hill country. Her poems have been published in anthologies and commercial and literary journals including Blood Lotus, SVJ, Binnacle, The Tule Review, and Ars Medica. Her fiction and poetry have been nominated for Pushcart Prizes.

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