Prognosis Always Anger

A Poem

Photo by Michael Shannon on Unsplash

when Cancer, you get cancer
we won’t light the night
our funds will be exhausted 
you won’t have the will to fight

when Cancer, you get cancer 
no beautiful replacement hair will fit
no meal trains will be arranged
no prayers on lips will sit

no rides to the treatment center
no hook ups to the medical weed
no morphine button to pretend to
think your body’s freed

no experimental trial to try
no one will mourn your life not lived
no trucks to find a match for you
no donations will we give

when Cancer, you get cancer
it will rot your ever dreams
we won’t be there to fear you
or your gasping pleading screams

your orphans will never join you
no colored ribbons we will tie
no standing room only funeral
and no one, no one

will cry.


© Samantha Lazar 2019

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