The Big C
It’s terminal….the Big C has struck
Despite these prickly heartdart lyrics, man voraciously yearns for a glint of hope
Incurable strikes the ears, accelerates to the brain, explodes into the mouth
How Long…………………………Now, you always wanted a pseudonym, an identity
Cancer victim, sufferer, prey—slithering around in the soul, you choose dupe
When all is said and done, every person is terminal….Thanks for nothing.
Sucked into the world of lines, transfusions, infusions, refusions
Pleasuring the tiniest chance to trounce it, you drink the nectar of the physicians
Chemo that mass, radiate the hell out of it, pill it to death….
Still there—tumoresque tendrils rifling into the interior, spinally nesting, growing
Fear slinks into the soul---every day you congregate in the Church of Cancer
Singing, praying, finally screaming for respite and release from pain…
Oh wait….the prayer to the medicine man has been answered
Remission you might call it…freedom, thank God
We shall overcome it. Can’t find it anywhere
Uh, oh….back in that cathedral again, the preacher’s been waiting
You won’t last six weeks…metastazing its way, taking you along for the last ride
Let’s morphine it to death. Sleeping, sinking into oblivion
The intravenous morphimic cocktail sucks your heart and soul, blasting the brain.
Terminal
Copyright © Carol Davis | Year Posted 2015
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