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Chemotherapy
by Mark StoneCan I surrender myself to this?
Let myself burn
Like newspaper blowing across
A vacant lot
My body a bombed-out city
People streaming from doorways
Like ants through a crack
Childrens faces in windows
Luminous
With burning hair.
Can I let this body go?
Pain drips, drips
Down its umbilical
And seeps into every cell
Flames enfold me like a lotus
While I sit motionless
At the centre
Impassive as a Buddha
A bystander
At my own annihilation.
10/18/2008 Posted on 10/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Mark Stone
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/18/08 at 01:52 PM Really great write. Strong feelings and images. Very nicely put together. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 10/18/08 at 02:35 PM I feel this too...shivering in my bones. MFS |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/18/08 at 03:14 PM A fine piece - makes me feel inside my brother's mind. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/22/11 at 01:50 AM Ditto the 3 aforementioned persons; this is awesome, Mark. |
| Posted by Vivienne Grant on 03/01/12 at 06:24 AM Flames enfold me like a lotus ~ brilliantly evocative ... the mauve/yellow/blue flames of the flower are exactly as I picture the chemical burning of chemo ...
love your expressions in this one Mark |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/28/12 at 06:34 PM Truly captures the darker side of chemo, and it's effect on the human psyche. Your lucidity in contemplating the event...highly reassuring. |
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