Poems and Short Quips - 9. F.U.C.

Fuck you, Cancer.

You consume beautiful people

and pluck them from the earth at your will.

Without preference or prejudice,

care or premeditation,

you appear from the dark recesses --

offering no warning, no mercy --

slowly sucking the marrow from brittle bones,

feasting on the flesh and organs of the innocent,

extinguishing precious lives with sadistic indifference.

Your gluttony is insatiable.

You take what you want and leave the rest to rot...

to decompose... to become fodder for insects.

Young, old, fat, slim --

you seem not particularly choosy of your prey.

You remain ruthless and ravenous,

a force to be reckoned with that grows and mutates

and gains insurmountable strength.

On those occasions when there is an inkling of hope for us,

when there is a hint of your possible obliteration,

when we feel a moment of relief and gratitude

and can stop for a moment to relish the warm light on our tired faces,

you rear your ugly head once more,

glancing back over your shoulder only to jeer at our failure at destroying you,

yet again.

Fuck you, Cancer.

One day, we'll accomplish the bravest, most profound feat of our human existence:

Without any remorse, without the slightest hesitation,

we will permanently annihilate you.

Scared...?

You should be.