Dementing Torture of Benign
Drugs against Malignancy
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
His life came to its
End. Smell of the medicine
Departs chillingly.
~ Dakotsu (Englshed by Phillip Whidden)
The faint, faint fragrance of the cancer drugs
Had floated in her bedroom quite a while.
They smelled as well as evil’s curing drugs
Which hinted with a demon’s hanging guile
Above her. They were helping her to die
Less painfully — or that was their main claim.
But specters that they were helped hide that lie.
Instead they found a subtle way to maim
Her with a stink-like itching. Where she lay
Her husband had to treat her with the pain
Replacing pain. She wished that he could flay
The skin to take away that itching’s reign.
When she was taken to the hospice, stench
Enough remained to make her left man blench.
~ Phillip Whidden
Thank you Phillip for your courage to, through words, paint us into this sad experience. She was a soft rose that blessed us all and … one day that clinging stench will never be again. Blessed hope.
Llew, I just now saw your reply. Sorry. I never check here. I was waiting for an e-mail reply. How were you to know that?