SCIENTISTS would know
all or in part
Just how the end of the world
will start–
Whether by a moment of
blinding flash
So quick in it’s onset
I am already ash
Or if a discovery
finally decoded
Is summated in a cataclysm
forboded–
I may have time to
raise my eyes
At the tidal waves
of falling skies
Or perhaps I would
long contemplate
The fireworks of my unchangeable
Fate-
Now little child,
you arrive to me
For this week’s
chemotherapy–
Gone are your curly
locks of hair
like the fur worn on your
Teddy bear
With experience
you ask
If you can have the IV
instead of the mask
You hate to go to sleep
Each time
Won’t watch the drugs flow
through the line
And there you go–
a dreamless sleep
A time for mom and dad
to weep
The job is done
It’s time to wake
The spark returns
a moment it takes
Bored already–
it’s time to go
This: your world
is all you know
I move on to the next
Just a little unsteady
and wonder if the end
Hasn’t come already.