Hope

By Mike Hall, January 4, 2018

I’d like to take the rogue cells
Each one that’s gone awry
We’d put them in a red balloon
and send them to the sky

Or take them to the station
and put them on a train
They’d depart at 8:05
and you’d be free again

I’d tie them in a duffel bag
and ship them out to sea
Then as each minute passes
they’d sail far away from thee

Perhaps I could box them
Send them on a shuttle flight
Soaring to the heavens
so you could sleep at night

Soon you’ll take your life back
and we’ll paint the town till three
Your friends and loved ones rejoicing
that you are cancer free.