April, cruel path to no salvation

leaving the March splitting in your wake

April, thy name is suffering

amid the inflammation

and the consternation

and the rehabilitation

motionless and with bolts of pain

Those legs are phantoms not!

for when they sway or jerk to the provider

and his patella hammering

they delight in their involuntary certitude

of upper motor neuron derangement

for they own your time

and your space in the chair

as the fans cheer on

and Sonny dies against the tree

flailing his limbs

motion...