Tubules Poems

April

I trod a path made concrete
By patience and virtue
Nothing gets past the belly of this beast,
That I could never subdue

I wrestle with veins and arteries that choke
Pour my cocktail over gurgling acids that flow
Slide down the tubules with ciliary applause
For there was self-proclaimed victory in a meaningful cause

What could then follow but despair and defeat-
That snuff the flames keeping shadows alive-
For a maiden made weary by arrogance and envy
All that remains is the stench of demise 

I trod a path made shaky
By sickness and loss
What more could be fearsome
Than what is known not?