LOOKING FOR MR. GOODAFTERLIFE
(back in ’91 the doctor told me I had the “Big C”, prostate style;
I underwent 38 radiation treatments at UCLA; while waiting my turn
for one of them I scribbled a few notes, thinking of what I was going
through, and feeling perhaps a little despondent. I ended up writing about
the experience… and the fear.)
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Death…
a patient crocodile
in my private lagoon,
devours the feast
before the dish is served,
poet-meat,
pre-seasoned delicacy,
to be savored rare,
a molecule at a time,
hope by hope,
despair by despair.