Ode To a Mammogram

Ode To A Mammogram Checking the calendar for appointments to be made I come across a giant circle that I placed there yearly take another day off work and dress for the parade I’ve lost a list of many friends who I loved so dearly a simple test they could have had to keep them all well a large machine, a simple shot, the picture reads so clearly The murmur of the lowering platform with silent ringing bells a gentle tug, a shiftless stance, a long, long, holding breath I wait while pictures are reviewed, some to dense to tell. Another form, another mashing, another brush with death why worry about what we don’t know, it just leads to strife Shocking news, another mass, but we can get that depth Somewhere someone has lost a mother, a sister, a wife All women should take the time to save their own life. Not in Ode format, so I put it in as free verse.