Life’s most grand deceit
The great equalizer
Is death, certainly.
And what happens
All mysteries, all.
He teases us with a whip sometimes
tickles our insides with a feather.
Cancer’s uncertain effects
Of diagnosis of life or death
Or would it be a stretch
Of the imagination
A Jewish woman may conjure up an image
I’m in a concentration camp
Looking down a barrel of a ct scanner
Like waiting in line for a shower
But the lot of us wind up
Tossed into a gas chamber.
A body transformed at the whims of science
For the good of us and the bad of the rest
And for those who cannot sleep.
My head droops on my neck escaping the air
Closer to the ground where the poison
Waits inside a snake, twisting and constricting
Suffocating my peace with a promise:
Please bite hard.
For thick with the dead
After life’s passing glory
The campaign marches on
Beating time tracking and tracing
Torsos with cold leather fingers
They drew my blood and sent me
To the mass grave I fell in without
Balance. And I lost my head.