The storm troops of cancer

September 15, 2015 at 1:11 pm (By Amba)

The storm troops of cancer
burst in on the family dinner,
brute shoulder to the door
dull gray-green fabric tight
over meat malleus as bronze
smearing the candles,
dislocating the delicate jaw,
incinerating the snowflake of order
tatted by held-breath billions of years.

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2 Comments

  1. LouiseM said,

    Yes. With a period in place of multiple exclamation marks, though they would also fit.

    The words to fit what I felt on reading this poem have not yet come to mind. A release of breath with a low “uummmh’ sound from low inside was my first response. Thank You for writing and posting it here. .

  2. amba12 said,

    <3 . .

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