Laughs At Me Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A small figure, a Pixie hairstyle, a bigger smile than
when embittered at work, shrunken but happy with
her kind brother Ockert explaining nobody dies, we
are consciousness encased in bodies temporarily,
when the body has been worn out we shall cast it
away to continue existence in non-physical spheres

Alet is delighted to hear this and her mood is positive,
no more chemo for now though there is the threat of
toxic cells in the lungs - the darn oncologists would
probably give her more poison until she wheezes &
the overeager surgeons would cut off her legs and
arms to keep possible cancer at bay - and maybe

Cut off her nose and cheekbones also - as long as
she lives, maybe remove her stomach, liver & spleen;
they're all unnecessary as long as the heart beats &
she breathes, even if only with the help of an oxygen
tube; at least she is kept pain-free and laughs at me…