Enema

All this sadness is hers and not mine
It is her kneecap that is not working

To climb the stairs powered by a lift
Not working now , sadly,  powerless.

A sadness is hers she refuses to own
And passes it to me nursing my own,

My own sadness congealed in blood
As a general sadness of humankind.

It is not her sadness but enema man’s.
Pain in anus is mankind’s, not hers.

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