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.