Body-mine; fat, wrinkled now but feisty still, you are about to become a warzone.
Neither put up your outer ramparts nor set up an inner resistance.
Rather open your pores and engage with the enemy.
Invest your energy in his dark embrace.
Go with his toxic flow, employ his destructive power.
Invite his black breath into every corner of your biology:
let it gas those rogue cells that lurk, multiplying,
to mount guerilla warfare on your unsuspecting organs.
Let his dark force fight them with Fluorouracil;
eliminate them with Epirubicin;
clobber them with Cyclophosphamide and delete them with Docetaxel!
As each hair falls and the last eyelash flutters down, abandon to the loss.
As fatigue sets in, sit still and learn patience.
When the skin blisters and ulcerates observe such signs as sweet successes:
as licks of the flame of a control burn protecting against an all consuming fire.
Body-mine I dream your future into being.
A year away I see you standing strong.
The war over, you rise victorious in your chemo curls with new energy for a long life:
every cell rejuvenated, mind clear, heart strong, step light.
You will sing your way forward.