She cannot
Remember
What
It does
Not feel like,
This cancer
That eats at her
Stiff-necked,
Half-deaf
She pens
Words
That
Lie
Limp
On
A
Greying
Page
They come
In spasms
Like the
Throbbing
Of her sunken
Veins
They break
Her spirit
Cold
Tears
Betray
Her resolve
Death racks
The body
Of the
Poet
Death,
Her uncanny muse
Sprawled
Before the altar
She prays
Lead her
To the heart
Of Pilate's
Court,
Silent listener
Lead her
To
Scarlet Joy
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