Bill Albert 1942-2020

 broken shadows

 

I hear “deep knife”

through the drugged haze

someone screams

my flesh torn by fire

broken shadow’s dance 

 

the saw whines

bones snap, and part

pale marrow leaks

the leg lies in the fire

turning to ashes

 

and dust to dust

exposed muscles weep

dead and gone

“muscular dystrophy”

sad-eyed doctor sighs

 

the surgeon wept

'you are stuck between

a rock and a hard place'

I gave him a hug

and prayed for release

 

I see my light

shining any day now

my release

when broken shadows

made whole with love

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Bill Albert/Joy McCall