From the Window

Across the all-night peep show
I saw him stumble out
broken limp and neighing grunt.

I looked because he had one arm
the other somewhere left behind

The empty sleeve of his shirt

swaying     in      the      breeze.

A flag waving unrecognized
On a plot of unclaimed land

I looked because he had one arm
I watched because it began to jerk
like a stag lodged in hounds’ teeth

No bloody flesh, just uneven grunts
and a fixed stare on eye-level bricks
The chafing of old army surplus pants
humming like a cricket in the alley

Poor guy, must have forgotten something inside
He stumbled right back in

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