Currently untitled

We excavate
Digging through bones
Shooting pains
from phantom limbs
removed years ago.
We hold tight
Only to let go.

This is part of a slightly longer poem that was published in a zine back in 1995 [I think.] I don't have a copy anymore, and no longer like a lot of it from what I can remember, but I still remembered the lines that I still liked, so I decided to just re-do it [last two lines are new.]