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I Have No Right Arm (only a bow arm)

She is the ballerina

I,
the soul that guides her

She is the throat,
The one that fails me least,

I,
the diaphragm and the air it pushes

My arm was ripped off by hardship and evil
The prosthetic they gave me
Was a bow

Author notes

I play viola.

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  • Edited
    October 3, 2008

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    Thnx

    Thanx for your entry a real different poem, nice.
    I thought though it was not about our bigger picture.
    All the best,