The method to end metastasis

Thanks Dreich magazine for publishing this poem (season 5 number 2).

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I

temples are bodies

you tell me

our human-eye’s view

surveys other bodies linked in series

a mountain range

down to heel bursal sacs

can we feel our bodies?

you say they

change when murmurs

(on a churning scale)

trample over them

or is the slaughter a senseless marrow?

II

when hardware and software lose their wires,

bodies know the end of breathing is close

you hear noise

the dooms in the umbra

of a plague’s bite

do we know when foremost cancer cells run?

far from where they first form

in blood or lymph

you see them

forming new tumours /

new semi-bodies

III

the bodies are guarded

when Time stills storms

and the waves of the seas

between are hushed

you pray now

hope is the return to life, the temple