Death is knocking on my door,
I feel her near.
Death never gives up her quest;
She’s been pursuing me for years.
Cancer is her calling card,
This time cancer is the card.
But I’ve said goodbye to friends before,
And I didn’t go.
Friends I thought I’d leave left me.
The card is not always true.
The greed of death grows many tentacles
Of many varied lengths.
Sometimes she knocks only to retract
And stroll away.
Sometimes I buy a better lock, a better door
And kick death out in the cold.
Death is knocking louder now,
So I’m online, comparing doors,
The latest locks, electronic alarms, technology;
The newest light beams, lasers, that blast
Its clumsy, slobbering mouth from planting
That eternal kiss on me.
The bank, big pharma, and my government
Play both sides of the tug.
They tell me they’re my shields,
As they wink at her.
Death knocks for me.
I dare not seek refuge in bosoms
Of troubled loved ones,
For death is a greedy suitor.
No company allowed.
Her call is just for us.
Her limousine is plush and cavernous,
Only for her and me.
I lock the door.