Sitting eating some collared greens
full of beta-Carotene
wondering if they’ll make me live as long (and lively)
as David Carradine.

There’s disease yonder:
slow blossom venom
swimming in
tapped lymph
fingering the ache. The whimpering dog, soft body attack.
Sores in the mouth and appetites dry.
Six month gestation’s what I remember
the last time, no immunity.
Losing
this one__________.