Cancer

I see you as a boxcar hobo,

Faded fable, rugged rambler,

Ramparts raging,

Punched up coward,

Swollen hubris,

Dulled knife at the ready

With powered down plasticine stride,

Oblivion’s derailed train

A slow motion suicide

Like molasses kisses,

And thorny embrace,

Wearing a mask,

Of flesh burned away.

I see you scaling Roman walls,

Web footed spidery crawl,

Malice trapped

In your raven cloaked breast,

Buttons of tumours

At the ready to burst.

And I see you,

No name nothing,

Treading a supercilious line

With wrangling hands,

And an adder’s appetite

Hospice hopping,

Surgical window shopping,

Cancer,

Yes I know you all too clear,

For your sulfur weighs down air.

Cancer,

You came to poison the well,

Where imbued mercies

Linger on at healing lengths,

And you only came

To strangle trembling songs,

O black eyed Chimera,

Sizing up your laser focused lot,

Heartily pouncing

On the lame legged gazelles,

Razor wire paws roped

And tethered tragic traction

Like a furious miracle.

Cancer,

Furious with saber toothed shake,

A cold cavern

Of charcoal teeth

Collapsing on itself

With predatory push and pull

To drag the innocents into

Your layered spectrums

Of cracked bulb flickering

Soul broke loss

Rock steady griefs

And a thousand sobs

In your flatline endgame.

Cancer.

You incredulous bastard.

Satan’s plastic tiara,

Atop your syringe horned head,

Dazzled by your own conceit,

Molded mouth

Of the tasteless

And the truculent,

Laid up siege

With readied forces

To sickle God’s flowers

And pillage

His Gold threaded sheaves,

With your wild wraith massacre,

Malicious permutations,

Dividing your spoils

For the great devouring party

With funeral black balloons

Treading glum air

And rising to flame licked ceilings

In your banquet hall

Of fools and saints.

Cancer.

You incredulous bastard.

But I rose today,

From a wide awake coma,

To execute

Your hatched miseries

And microcosm anarchies.

No last rites.

No dove wing covering.

Not a lone molecule of mercy.

Cancer,

Spitfire viper,

Urchin of mankind,

A free form Goliath,

And I plunge into the cold void

Of your sackcloth night,

For I’m not going down,

Without a fight.

Hallelujahs

Clutter God’s skies,

As I swallow your evil

In one cherub sized bite,

And you are felled,

Grown limp,

Disgusting,

A flatlined rogue doctor,

A farewell parade

For dagger eyed victors,

Watching you tumble

Down the black rainbow mountain

Under everlasting scalpel sky,

Splitting your teeth

And hollow bones,

That kill your curse

And worse,

Your pride.

You know,

It really is wonderful,

To watch you try to fly,

As my once clipped wings now soar,

While yours just wither and die.

Cancer,

Evaporation

Of the eternally irrelevant,

Altogether undone,

Your paper bullets

Next to a paper gun.

Lazarus vs. the “Big c”,

It is your last call to oblivion

For all stewards of hell

Caught

And eradicated,

Slink then sink,

Where the slough’s lone token,

Is your jester head on a stick,

Made of the Cross,

Because you neglected to see,

In your madcap avarice to feed,

That your power was never greater than love,

Nor the tombstone ache of grief.