Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal



Wooden Leg

The chair had a wooden leg.
The soldier had a wooden leg.

The war took the soldier’s leg.
The chair was far removed from war.

In dreams he had his leg back.

There were rats trying to eat it.

At worst, they ate only a toe.
At worst, he ate his share of rats.

It was more nightmare than dream.
His leg went to the war.

At least he did not lose an arm.




Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Otoliths, and Unlikely Stories.
 
 
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