Sunday, June 11, 2017

Arlene Corwin writes

Full Of Rancor 

What is the answer to cancer?
Polymorph that changes shapes, apes other sicknesses and symptoms,
And changes size,
Surviving in the worst of grow-ground,
Killing cells around it;
Cells that form my friends, their friends,
My kin, their kin,
Drab little crab become that killer.
Is it sin, the sin within?
A secret, awful chain
All made before and after life began?
If that which makes us makes us,
I suppose that very that destroys us.
Do we mess up so madly?
Th’answer to this cancer business?
There is only guessing – badly.
 Image result for cancer paintings
 Renaissance -- rapounzelle

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