What about a God, forgotten? Does he long for cancer?
Does an unworshipped God dream of being loved?
Does he yearn to be bowed down to again?
Maybe if he had cancer, people would take care
of his frail, sickly existence.
Maybe there would be closure in the pity
he would receive.
Billions of years of Earth.
Millions of Gods dead, fathers buried.
The bones of the father produce petroleum,
written by carbon molecules
that once held the script of the body.
What about the dead God?
Does he long to see the apocalypse?
What goes on in the mind of a child, inadequate?
Can incurable diseases heal the soul?
Billions of years of famines and plagues.
Billions of Gods promising hope and instigating fear.
Millions of Gods stripped of power,
forgotten.
Maybe it's the centuries old story as usual.
The subject is a child and the object is fire.
The child looks for warmth,
only to burn the village. We all know that.
Can a bed-ridden sick child finally get peace of mind
knowing that even if the friends and family don't care, the nurses will?
That's the worst possible outcome.
In the best case scenario, the child is cared for.
The primal instinct is probably wanting to be cared for.
The first sign of humanity was a healed femur.
My own hospitalization back in January and eventually cancer diagnosis tests. I don't have cancer.