27 April



I hear you speak to me

through those i love

i have seen your beastly dance

I have seen you

chew my people up and spit them out

do you wear them proudly like a beaded necklace? 

I have watched you channel through rivers

like blood through veins

yes

you have a branch on my tree

of friends and family

but you are a cheat

you have no guts to face

what you leave behind

 I do not release you

you are not absolved

fuck you

cancer







Comments

  1. Kate27 April 2014 at 07:24

    This is too grim for me.

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  2. Jae Rose27 April 2014 at 07:26

    Mighty words..works as a reproach on many levels..

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  3. Old Egg27 April 2014 at 08:18

    This is such a good way to address the beast. It may be winning today but it is a long war and the struggle is not over. Many of our bravest will fall but we will win in the end.

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  4. brenda w27 April 2014 at 09:24

    Strong write! Although I know cancer is one of our words, your ending still surprised me. I read this a few times. It is a beastly dance for sure.

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  5. Laurie Kolp27 April 2014 at 09:29

    Oh, yes... cancer is all that and more. It took my mom.

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  6. Jeanne27 April 2014 at 10:28

    Very powerful poem, and what a good thing to have a fighting spirit with this disease. But also to absorb the possible beauty that can come while you fight this.... the love and support of friends, the new and intense appreciation for life... etc etc.. Loved your poem

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  7. Margie27 April 2014 at 10:36

    Love it. Especially your ending.

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  8. Anonymous27 April 2014 at 10:38

    Great poem. I was surprised at the end that you were not writing of a person...delightful! Your poem could be meaningful to many.

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  9. Anonymous27 April 2014 at 13:15

    I can completely understand the... fury... I saw in these lines! Great job!

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  10. Belva Rae Staples27 April 2014 at 15:19

    I, too, understand the anger. Nice work!

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  11. flaubert27 April 2014 at 17:02

    Thanks for writing this. Having just lost my husband of 18 years, 2 months ago. I share in its sentiments. He was only 59, much too young to leave this world.

    Pamela

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  12. Andy Sewina27 April 2014 at 17:13

    Well said!

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  13. Sherry Blue Sky27 April 2014 at 17:29

    Your three closing lines are strong and brilliant. May you and all you love be well and freed from cancer's tyranny.

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  14. humbird27 April 2014 at 20:41

    Yes, surprising ending, clever write!

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  15. Cathy27 April 2014 at 20:59

    Oh I just love that last line. It end that poem perfectly. The great part about the poem, I thought you were going mention a lover's name.

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  16. Mama Pajama28 April 2014 at 13:58

    strong piece - I like it.

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