Noises around
and I am
blanket bathed.
I stare up
but see only darkness
my blind eyes bring.
The nurses talk
between themselves
as they wash me
intimately.
My leg stumps
are unbandaged
and air gets to them.
They talk about
a new young doctor.
I think about nothing
but everything.
I sense them
wash me.
Dampness
refreshes me.
I vaguely remember
the bombing
and then nothing.
I wish Clive was alive
and here with me.
Philip came yesterday
and talked to me.
He is Guy's friend
and works
in the Foreign Office
he said.
He wants
to take me out
for dinner.
I am half
a woman now.
The nurses dry me gently
then rebandage the stumps
and dress me
and wheel me out
into the sun.
I sit alone
with birdsong sounds
nearby.
I am undone
and want to cry.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Noises around
and I am
blanket bathed.
I stare up
but see only darkness
my blind eyes bring.
The nurses talk
between themselves
as they wash me
intimately.
My leg stumps
are unbandaged
and air gets to them.
They talk about
a new young doctor.
I think about nothing
but everything.
I sense them
wash me.
Dampness
refreshes me.
I vaguely remember
the bombing
and then nothing.
I wish Clive was alive
and here with me.
Philip came yesterday
and talked to me.
He is Guy's friend
and works
in the Foreign Office
he said.
He wants
to take me out
for dinner.
I am half
a woman now.
The nurses dry me gently
then rebandage the stumps
and dress me
and wheel me out
into the sun.
I sit alone
with birdsong sounds
nearby.
I am undone
and want to cry.
