This is not autobiographical
How to kill the cancer without killing you as well.
How to be the murderer of these errant cells
How to be accepting when they give you more bad news
How to get your anger out when they don’t ask for your views
Please dont ask the doctor please don’t ask the nurse
I learn the diagnosis and put it into verse
There’s something wrong with my DNA so the bad cells will not die
Take me to my sister dear for she will let me cry
The cancer is omnipotent, it wants to rule the whole
It’s put me into handcuffs and tossed me on the coal
There are no hierarchies each cell plays a part
And so it is with organs, the brain is not the heart
A tiny change can escalate the tempest and the storm
Yet in the centre of the beast the still small voice is calm
How my heart sings 