Losing an Eye

My Uncle Ken
Lost an eye in an
Industrial 
Accident

My grandpa
Lost his hearing
Working the
Mines

What did I lose because of my labor? 

My heart?

My soul?

Nah

Amputation is involuntary

You just lose the limb

Things ain’t what they used to be

 A flute 

Some woodwinds

An announcer 

A fifteen year old 

Pianist

What is

Nonet

A poem that gradually reduces

Is called a nonet. You would think

That each line would be shorter

Than the previous one

And sometimes that is

The case, but words

Are tricky,

Complex

Beasts