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Mar 2016
I feel her
washing me
down below

(Irish nurse
this time round)
lifting up

my leg stumps
washing them
carefully

then drying
them slowly
I am blind

to beauty
she may have
or may not

my failed eyes
see darkness
nothing else

that better?
The nurse says
from my left

sensual
after that
rubbing down

I tell her
ok Grace
always here

to please you
once again
the leg stumps

are bandaged
then I'm dressed
by her hands

all decent
once again
and she's gone

just voices
in the ward
and me here

lying still
on my back
a female

now undone
with no man
to bring fun.
A BLIND AMPUTEE WOMAN IN HOSPITAL IN 1940.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  72/M/England
(72/M/England)   
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