Pity, We Were A Good Invention

They amputated

Your thighs from my waist.

For me they are always

Surgeons. All of them.

They dismantled us

One from another. For me they are engineers.

Pity, We were a good and loving

Invention: an airplane made of man and woman,

Wings and all:

We soared a bit from the earth,

We flew a bit.