Yes . . .
I’ve been wondering
People in the know, madame, say the soul leaves the body right away and you see yourself
You see yourself lowered into the ground
That’s why I say cremation
I’ve had a happy life, you know
My whole knee is titanium, they only left the kneecap
The doctor said, you’re almost good as new, you can give the cane a rest
Get that thing out of my sight!
For me a cane means polio
Deformed kids with gimpy legs creeping around Saint-Sourd, hugging the walls
I lived in terror of polio my whole childhood