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.