An infected limb spreads the disease
And the pain only gets worse
So you cut it away,
From the very root.
Wes Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-used-to-chase-your-car-down-the-street-with-tears-in-my-eyes-but-you-never-flinched-once-does-it-haunt-you-at-night-i-hope-so/
