Bodies
cancer is somebody's mother
dying in a hospital gown. cancer
is ben franklin's lightning strike
darwin's origin of the species,
cancer's the last one standing
on survivor. everything
causes cancer (at this point)
and then we die - or else
live on, stockings stuffed
with drugs, radiation,
spouses wear lead scarves
just to kiss the sunken cheeks
of somebody's mother, somebody's
dad
dying in a hospital gown.
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