A Tumor

A Tumor

Frailty is raping us, robbing us
Punishing us with cruel blows
Brittle bones
And mushy tissues
Our blood spills too easily
Our skin breaks like fruit
All that invades us
Finds little resistance
Such passive organs
Under attack and yielding
We sit like fragile ducks
Hunted by unpronounceable
Enemies, hunters, gangsters
An unseen captor
Tortures us with bruises
Burns us and breaks us
Throws us up against walls
But that is not all
It invades from the inside
Infiltrates every secret recess
Disintigrating our constitutions
And rubbing our faces in weakness
We are pale white like ashes
A sallow, clammy mound of undoing
From birth we have been dying
From chubby infancy
We have groaned and struggled
Thinking we may conquer
Make it subside
But we all succumb
And are left a rotting ruin.

(c) Tasha Chinnock