The knee I should have had
replaced tells me to suck it up
as I stagger over cobblestones
that mock me with taunts
about stronger men than me
they’ve taken down:
medieval giants, their joints
ground down to bone meal –
left aching, no painkiller
except for drink and ultimately,
death, to deliver them —
until then, no sympathy
©Daniel von der Embse
writing in airplanes 
Waugh!
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Like it says, no sympathy.
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None expected, none given. 🙂
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In New York for less than a day, and already limping like a medieval gimp …
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