It seems to be the topic today so here is my poem about cancer. It is mostly about my mother’s experience but also about cancer itself. I started to wonder how strange it is that “cancer” if it can be thought of as a thing works so hard to get rid of it’s host and thereby kills itself in the process. So I wrote a poem from the viewpoint of “the cancer” called Patients. It was originally published last month on my blog at: http://bloggernorm.blogspot.com/2012/05/patients.html
Hello. I am here ... patient. I am here and I - am - patience. I am as patient as bedrock and black and silence. I. I am here... and you are not very patient. You are life. You are motion and energy and noise. You are life and you - are - oblivious. I am growing ... my patient. I am growing so slowly. Slowly like trees and canyons and space. II. I am growing...and you are slowing. You are still life but... You are wondering and wheezing and denying. You are wondering and you - are - fear. I have exploded ... patient. I have exploded and I - am - rapacious. I am operating and gorging and mutating. III. I am exploding ... and you are fighting. You are hope. You are chemicals and beams and invocations. You are hope and we - are - patients. We are tired ... fellow patient. We are tired and we - are - waiting. Waiting for relief and peace and closure. IV. I am here ... and we are inseverable. We linger. We are silence and acquiescence and patience. We linger and we - are - gone. Goodbye.
(c) 2012 Norman Dziedzic Jr.