december poetry | we're dying

And the funerals begin…
Small communities, cities, towns,
Cancer deaths,
And tying them all to one
Slow deliberate

My brother told me about the mold,
Danny and his wife were renters…
They said it was in their walls, both got the same cancer,
Brain cancer she had first… doctors used radiation and chemo so
Now her brain is mush, really fried,
She is like an old woman, my brother said.
And then he had surgery, some lung cancer,
They got it all and he told me his lung was growing back,
but the cancer spread to his brain next…

We're dying

this is Danny Bland who I lost
we must find a cure... xoxoxox Lara Trace


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