Crippled

I grasp upon the wings of angels
who help me while I limp
Find pity for those who laugh at I
Who gawk and call me a gimp

Leg lost not in war or battle
nor in honored country's wake
Instead in simple childhood fun
it did crack and did it break

No honor here in bleakened halls
no thought given to that which falls
I care not at your petty gawking
for these des'late places a greater one calls

And so up
beyond this place
I go out
past time over space

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