Thursday, October 6, 2011

Cancer Everywhere

Are these the ending days, when
the pines lay down and the moss kisses,
skeletons of leaves crackle like
twisted fingers and the dog is
too old, when the bible flesh
loses material presence and
there is nothing left but
shadows of questions

Pages of dust, I breathed away the book,
I emptied this vault heart and scuttled my
stomach and I hung my legs up and I
lay down my arms beside my hands and I
was just a head and a hole with
searching eyes left
nothing to search

I have cancer

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