That it doesn't hurt.
That there is no ball,
no yellow tumor,
no pain
Let's call it a star,
a little growing thing
with white legs
and glowing fingers
Let's say it's kicking me
when I lay down,
tiny diamond feet
pressing under my ribs
And when it takes me
let's say it grew,
swelled so large
and so bright
my body could not take it
and succumbed to its brilliance
So when I am laying
in a dark wood coffin
that star will be in me still
shining brightly