Rabid Needles Jabbin’

Sweet water flows into the pool
A source for all below.
We climb to clean the intake now
So water it will flow.

I tread upon a log so wet,
and down upon it slip.

A branch stub juts and jabs my butt
then deep red blood does show.
It gushes out and spurts about,
and off I start to go.

A’non’ and on I start to limp,
returning to our cabin
then off we drive, I’m such a gimp,
the tourniquet a grabbin'.

A stitch or two
I’m good as new,
’cept rabid needle jabbin’.

C-Wack Lake
1989,07,28

Written on the occsion I almost gave myself an extra anus
after cleaning the cabin water intake
in the absolute pissing RAIN
then skating down the access log,
landing on a 3" stub,
punturing my femural artery,
using my belt for a tourniquet,
hiking out a half hour and losing a good few pints of blood
before Cath could drive me to the hospital for some stitching.

I figure the fact that I had donated about 75 pints to the Red-cross by that time
and the fact I was hobbling along in the refreshing rain,
saved my life because my system was used to the shock.