by Karen Kolb

lorenzo r sewanan

spring 2016


The young woman tapped

Cold steel wand on limb,

A gentle pendulum,

A delicate spell to elicit

The slightest orchestra of electrochemistry.

She could feel nothing,

Even swung a war hammer

Onto the wrinkled surface,

Firmer and firmer incantation,

Hoped to pound life into still extremity.

She could not find strength,

In his leg to just stir a little or in herself to tell him,

That he would never walk again.