In Ruins, Petulu, Bali

R. Nemo Hill

How did you lose your leg?

 

It’s a tripwire of a question
on their tongue;
an alignment

of shoulders
& a smile that flickers.
However I dissect it

in the kitchen later,
whining out cigarettes
& stubbled to the eyes,

I know that I was always
going to answer;
I’m the steel they use

to sharpen their knives
& dismantle their own mortality.