Cancer Unnamed in 1862
The horses are a galloping today
Their hooves clacking against the cobblestones.
They clomp right by in a most lovely way.
Woman in carriage giving tiny moans.
Cancer prevails in her smallish bones.
Eighteen sixty-two. Disease has no name.
Big C makes it impossible to hide.
This poor woman will never be the same.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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