stained blank

i remember when i was young
my dad used to manufacture plaster
and i used to play with it -
covering my legs with the
white ominous paste
and now fifteen years later
there is still plaster
on these broken legs

don't make me grow a ear
on the left foot
just to hear each right step
i should have made

nothing is physically heavy for those tired legs
nothing is physically empty for my walks

(dan words #2)