Opening the holes;
the wounds,
removing the bandages,
and letting the infection set it:
gangrene,
Sawing off the leg,
pitch black,
through the skin;
the infested flesh,
with no anesthetic,
the patient feels every
bit of it,
Black blood drips
to the unsanitary floor,
and clots below
The patient wriths
in pain,
at the amputated limb,
I pore rubbing alcohol
on the stub to end the
torture
Lights go out,
eye lids close,
the immense pain;
the patient dies.