Spinal Con-fusion: A Poem by a Survivor

This war-time casualty exemplifies the unnecessary acts of war throughout the global community, and the catastrophic effects war has in a trauma-related injury upon the human body. Thank you to all the doctors and surgeons who work feverishly to ‘put us back together’ again.

Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry

By John Gregory Evans


There remains
a deadened,
freezing,
almost an anesthetizing
sense of dread
upon my fingertips and hands,
reaching deep into my leg’s nerves,
shattered spinal cord,
peeled away
as one peels an orange.

Walking,
now a challenge,
con-fusion of the fusion,
cervical cord,
Ruptured and bruised,
arrogance of the humanity factor.

Pain
within the eyes
like lightning fingers
to the crown
of God.

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