the cancer dust sticks to the radioactive sugar and voila!
only those especially privileged to view the scan can say
whether or not you can escape, it will be prolonged
and then delivered matter of fact as if they'd always known.
and it will be linked, in shame, to an original sin either way
you've lived this believed this wrong and look what's gone down.
and then what an appreciation parade? or worse, none.
completely undignified but druggie-fun moments of hospice
and then, well, to the big review board overall, were you...
that was your exit interview. you know longer matter in real
time and space, but yes in the electronic gyrations of those
just behind you on the trail, in an accessible membrane.
by Uncle Ilyn