By Geri Radacsi
Like an eagle, hawk, buzzard, falcon, tawny owl
sharp of talon and deadly of beak—
let my immune system strike.
Let it spew white blood T cells
spotting the invaders inside my breast,
storm to destroy cancer.
What was the cause? Genetic makeup? A caustic world?
Radiation be my raptor.
Assail. Prey. Pray.
On territory patrol, raptor,
be driven by a survival instinct.
Let my therapy with exquisite twists,
sweep for mastery, hurl and glide,
hunt and grapple.
Will you pierce in a shadowy span?
Guided by wide-eyed acuity. Precise.
Lock on to kill all that’s lethal
to the very limit of the possible.
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