Cancer is such an ugly word,
Like some monster or powerful demon,
It strikes fear and mortal dread,
Whenever its name is said.
Too fearsome to face the light of day,
We use euphemisms to explain it away,
As Medus-like our greatest fear,
Is that is we look directly, we’ll turn to stone.
So we pretend and play a game,
A game of foolish hide and seek,
And thereby give this demon’s soul,
Fresh food and blood on which to feast.
(18/5/09)
