4 Weeks Ago

 I awoke but could not quite awake
a fear gripped me, shiver and shake
I felt different, somehow strange
despite the morphine I tried to re-arrange
my thoughts into some sort of order
I realised pain south of the border
with a strange anticipation I pulled back the sheets
I tried to cry out like the lamb that bleats
from below the knee I could only count one
attached to the left knee cap I could see none
wrapped in clean bandage no foot, just a stump
a useless, rounded, fleshy big lump
I asked the surgeon would it just grow back
but before he could answer I gave him a smack
the point I had made was not one that's moot
well, he was the bastard that cut of my foot