When she has too much of this good thing,
Like cells multiplying in a child bag of past,
Body cracks ,sticking neck out at great risk.
So she removes the bag, removes a handle.
What is left and aren’t they gone, the little
Squiggly worms in the bag, all thrown out
Along with bag ,safely into a doctor’s bin?
Tell me where is her dyed hair from pate,
Now everything is fine and bag duly gone.
(Losing hair after chemo-therapy is some times more
traumatic than cancer itself)