Attacking the Monster from Within
Call me cancer. I'm at work to kill this beastI live within. The thing is dying, anyway.
Still possessed of teeth and claws with which
It madly threatens others, it has aged. It pants
And staggers. Lesser beasts now bloody it.
The members of its superannuated pack
Of sycophants are, likewise, growing old
And weak, and undermined by their own
Cancers, noble cells whose dark endeavors
Are of help to me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-02-12 at 18:04
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