I took an arrow to the knee
and cringed, deflated and  amused.
It was the knee i kept for bending
that i very seldom used.
It was the joint, disjoint from prayer
the earth had hardly ever known.
it was the crease i used for leaping
that i folded into poems.
I took an arrow to the knee
now my adventures venture less
and now my dragons are alofty
and my slayer
dispossessed