The doctor says…….it’s just precancerous.
They give me chemo cream…….and send me home.
Just once a day, two weeks,…….and I’ll shine like chrome.
I pray,…….but when is prayer just glamorous?
Yes, no, or wait:…….He’ll always answer us.
The silence, though….…….I start a poem.
Should I sing my verses…….to a chromosome?
I want someone to love…….my clamorous
complaints. Here’s one:…….my Andrea gave up
her last in Florida…….some years ago.
And now my sister’s down…….in Birmingham
with her friend dying, dead.…….We lift each cup
and ask the Lord to fill it.…….Water, go
to wine, and please,…….God,…….lion love the lamb.