
The Crown of Creation
1 Biological strata I love you they build up their crud and scum of leaf mold, worm-hole, layer after layer from forest sea-fl…
If illness by Allah is science fact
then its cure is
science fiction by a mad
scientist we hope’s on the right track
his beakers abubble his machinery abuzz
the light in the air growing youthful
peach fuzz
a pasture of health in the distance
waiting for us
to arrive in one piece and
run on its grass
into the open space
of His Merciful Face
5/28/12 (from Down at the Deep End)
Categories: Poems, Cancer Treatment