A Kind of Bereavement

The theater lights dim here
And there but not everywhere.
There is joy in the footlights
That still flicker. Curtains fall
But not as woven damask,
Just an expanding absence
Surrounding aching presence.

The boy used to losing legs
To breaks and anesthetics
Understands misfortunes' strokes
As personal bereavements,
Body lost from awareness.
Awareness lost from body
Loses awareness. Watch this.