Test Walk

By | 24 July 2007

In Atlanta a man takes a prosthetic leg
for a test walk and does not come back.

When I am six I find my Great Uncle Sid's
tin leg alone in the hall. He is asleep in the next room.

In Afghanistan a girl touches the wing of a green
parrot and her hand flies off.

Sid's leg is the fleshy pink of tinned salmon.

Centres in Baghdad, Basra and Najef supported by the International
Committee of the Red Cross fit 11,956 prostheses.

Watching boys play handball, a mother in Mosman remarks
that library fines for overdue books cost an arm and a leg.

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