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

motionless and with bolts of pain

Half Breed mon cherie

like Obama or the ******* son

of Barney Rubble

decaying in the dumping ground

atrophy setting in

on limbs no Fred Flintstone

nor Pope nor Muqtada al-Sadr could resurrect

but you will rally Ma Cherie

amor, wonder recuperating

sashaying, undulating and portraying

yourself to Tax Time's playstation

Death is not cessation

just deal with the denervation

blinded by optic nerve obliteration

Central govern your salvation!

it's not your vision- look at Albany!

it's not your legs- move like Iraqi amputees!

it's not anyone's mind but your own

Rise and See

Thy name is Attainment!

And late the flowers soak

one morning a stem may myelin replace