Glen Martin Fitch

Thoughts At The Beach At Night - Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Can cells sense something's wrong
when cancer starts?
The body as a whole
is self-contained,
compatible in all its parts.
Its function, features, fate
are all maintained.
What is this maverick madness,
a tyrant spirit
rending all awry
to sap and warp,
confound and mutilate,
a manic mayhem
forced to multiply?
What kind of baneful guest
is so engrossed
within the selfish meeting
of his needs
to damn his future,
jeopardize his host?
Now everything that eats
and shits and breeds,
the very stars and waves,
and wind and sand,
must dread our gaze,
the moving of a hand.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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