LEGS
amputated
blood has had plenty of time
to congeal
legs
cut of
one below patella one at the level of the shin
spongy as they patiently waited out rigor mortis
---yet they won't stop dancing---
bare supple feet almost levitating above the floor
defiant of the thorny roses
they seem to whisper
"we saw worse we saw diabetes
we sensed the scalpel
a few thorns can't hurt us,
not anymore
we are happy anyway
so we dance the nights away"

STAGNANT
pond
ages has passed since it's murky surface felt a rejuvenating ripple
who knows
what's going on underneath
will happier days come along
something soothing
revitalizing wave motions
from the dawn's light to the dusk's dark

STRANGLED
to death by your hands
tyrannical they are
as they squeeze inexorably
these
clock hands
will kill you
cyan blue
as dangerous as cyanide
suffocation through strangulation
external compression
the killing pressure exerted
by these murderous clock hands

while/with
seconds ticking away

minute
hour
year