The paraplegic is spineless-
is limb-less
in a forgotten corner
draped upon a wheelchair
whose rust is now reaching the floor.
Recovery is tauntingly talked of
during the depression.
Waiting for someone to bring it to you
from China.
But nothing will come from those communists you once loathed.
You are forever, America, the
vacant,
uncultured,
fragmented,
degenerate,
posthumous
broken spine of my youth
that never cared to teach me
how to tie my shoes.
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