Beautiful Tumor

November 15, 2011
A coagulation of traitors
To its host, its once beloved king
Thrive to kill its unsuspecting prey
As nature’s wild and fickle daughter

She is a parasitic monster
A leaf on nature’s family tree
Although black and cruel she continues
Such is life—extant in apathy

We are cyborgs and she is the same
Steadfast yet uncertain she mingles
Saturating the frames of living
With poison ink painting tragedy

But where would we be without the drive
With death she is a clever captor
We pace and plot in our crowded cage
Building wonders with that still unknown

A war with aliens close to home
Became a reality long ago
Benign we hope the monster becomes
A forced peace from the tools we furnish





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