THE WOUNDED CANADIAN SPEAKS: MY leg? It’s off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I’ve had it since I was born; And lately a devilish corn. (I rather chuckle with glee 5 To think how I’ve fooled that corn.) But I’ll hobble around all right. It is n’t that, it’s my face. Oh, I know I’m a hideous sight, Hardly a thing in place. 10 Sort of gargoyle, you’d say. Nurse won’t give me a glass, But I see the folks as they pass Shudder and turn away; Turn away in distress … 15 Mirror enough, I guess. I’m gay! You bet I am gay, But I was n’t a while ago. If you’d seen me even to-day, The darnedest picture of woe, 20 With this Caliban mug of mine, So ravaged and raw and red, Turned to the wall—in fine Wishing that I was dead…. What has happened since then, 25 Since I lay with my face to the wall, The most despairing of men! Listen! I’ll tell you all. That poi...
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