BY CHRISTIAN WARD
Copyright is held by the author.
Like wintering wasps hidden
in the attic, your cancer cells
were quiet with their espionage.
Knee deep in isolation, they hurried
to sabotage the mainframes
of your body. Fulfill the prophecy
of anarchy like a Hollywood thriller.
You lied on the hospital bed
like a cinema goer content to breathe in
melted butter wafting in the air,
popcorn, some innocence left writhing
on the cutting room floor.
***
Christian Ward is a U.K.-based poet with recent poetry in Southword, Ragaire, Blue Bottle Journal, Streetcake Magazine, The Madrigal, The Galway Review and Roi Faineant. Two poetry collections, Intermission and Zoo, available on Amazon and elsewhere.
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