Flower Shapes
Flowers in the shapes of cozy houses, fountains in the shapes of windows opening onto gardens, roadways over bridges in the sh…
The lions’ arena
is full of medical equipment
The roar of the lions is the
great radiation ring whirring
The crowd leaning forward with
thumbs at the ready
wears chemotherapy gowns
It’s a hot day
and a restless hum is in the air
The masks of everyone’s faces
are beginning to slip
As we enter naked and
shackled the
crowd is hushed
The outcome is anyone’s guess
and God’s to toss into the
arena’s dust we’ve
been since birth
waiting for this moment’s
test
There’s no signal to start
all is already closing in
A star glimmers overhead
for each of us
wanting the best
Our hearts have already
entered paradise
and come to
rest
5/28/12 (From Down at the Deep End)
Categories: Poems, Cancer Treatment, Death