The cancer that killed you was part of you gone
The good run amok; death from life bursting awry,
Like a poor paranoid on a bell tower sniping away,
Killing the order that gives all the colony life.
Nature, of course, has madness built into its
Disturbing its peace with the agony all artists crave.
Perhaps that's what killed you: the one-in-so-many
That chaos requires to shatter the oneness of light.
But chaos is aided in our time by greed in
Greed like a cancer destroying our colony Earth;
Greed that we eat, drink, and breathe, in our dreams, in our
Greed in the nuclei of our dwindling faiths.
What killed you, my loved one, is blended in
Spewing its toxins in micrograms into the sky.
Your life was a goat on the altar of modern convenience,
Bearing the sins of us all towards that merciless god.
We live in a world whose rulers are partners with
For whom cancer must be a number that balances out.
You were just perhaps the unlucky percent to be traded
For progress towards some CEO's end-of-year bottom line.
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