I considered looking at my lower half
where I could feel the pain
but held back for the moment, fearing
not to find some part of me
I continued down the stairs, my missing part
still with me, and here I am
climbing into bed with my wanting body
(still not looking), and it no longer matters
where the damage is, and it will do no good
to remember how I was wounded
Even in war, I was just a passer-by
EN 
MK