Giant For A Second Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Last week I was a giant lifting a ton. Suddenly a crushing pain in lower back. From that moment I was less than an imp.
Couldn't bring a fork to mouth. Laying prostrate my mind magnifies the injury into innumerable disabilities.
What if I can't get to the toilet and if I do will I be able to twist and reach my business end with a wad of toilet paper.
I have these bad memories since my wife underwent 3 major back surgeries when they opened her from the front and then the back
to insert a variety of rods and other mechanical devices and drill screw holes in her vertebrae.
Of course I heal but a week later a quarter ton seems featherweight but I won't lift even that. Better keep on dreaming.