Radiation Poem by Waldemar Ens

Radiation



Red laser lines criss-cross the ceiling and my body
as I lie on the narrow table half exposed
the technicians in another room away from
the radioactive beams that bore into my body
and double-cross the cells that have invaded
my body like a tiny army intent on
destroying corrupting co-opting devastating growing taking over
I close my eyes and see the battle
swords clashing sparks flying until
everything glows with the red laser light
of hope

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