amputated gone from birth
eternal youtheternal dependence
i wake in the wake of air passing through me
possessed by the phantom of my grandfather's inhale
on a night when mist weighed more than corpses
and footfalls ran faster than blood.
i wake in the parting of clouds by sound
the storming of houses by wind
and warmed in a blanket of asphyxiation
i wake in the calm surrender of crops at my feet
falling witness to life,
evanescent in the liminal silence
where no bomb has fallen.
relief gone to seed in my pores.