"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." -- Robert Frost
Corpus Corrupted
I seem to have cancer today
A rude guest who won't go away
It hunts from inside
I have nowhere to hide
It is predator, I am its prey
I seem to have cancer this week
I'm stunned at the havoc it wreaks
My corpus corrupted
My life interrupted
My plans for the future oblique
I seem to have cancer this spring
Yet somehow the swallows still sing
Animals frolic
In pastures bucolic
While I fight to the death with this thing
I seem to have cancer just now
I don't know, so don't ask me how
Not a dream, not a hoax
One of Life's little jokes
When you're not looking... Kapow!
I seem to have cancer this year
I feel sorrow but somehow no fear
Before I check out
I have one thing to shout
At the top of my lungs, "I WAS HERE!"
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