Sarcoma Season*

"Wet Crotch" was

the surgeon's diagnosis

over four years ago.

But the V-frame

feather oak endures.

Leaves of pain

so thick with rot

the latticed sun can't

wink relief awake.

Dead dark bark debris

squirrels fear to peel

splotches jaws awry.

But his arms don't

compromise, and

every dawn his

feet plunge deeper

blindly scratching

for a vein of sand.

His unshaken shadow

against prairie heat

freshens our resolve.


*Jouvert: Journal of Postcolonial Studies 4 (2) (Winter 2000).