Nevermind about the brain

upon twisting my ankle
for the seventh time in four years,
I face the improbability of the
human physique.

a few centuries ago I would
have been written off as a cripple. make
that millenia, and I'd be eaten,
left for decomposition.

and in this modern stupor
of pain, I idly discourse on
the pros and cons
of becoming feed for dinosaurs.