*"I know it's back. I can feel it;
The pressure behind the eyes..."*
He's sixty. Missing front teeth
Make his grins cartoonish
And contageous. Some days
Colleague, others
Father.
Now, hammer-steel
Eyes well up. Hands like
Shovels pretend to scratch the
Bridge of his nose.
Devil Cancer. Ugly, old *******
When he passes on, Valhalla
Awaits.
Don't tell me there's no battle
In this.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
*"I know it's back. I can feel it;
The pressure behind the eyes..."*
He's sixty. Missing front teeth
Make his grins cartoonish
And contageous. Some days
Colleague, others
Father.
Now, hammer-steel
Eyes well up. Hands like
Shovels pretend to scratch the
Bridge of his nose.
Devil Cancer. Ugly, old *******
When he passes on, Valhalla
Awaits.
Don't tell me there's no battle
In this.
