HELLO CANCER


LET’S DANCE!

Did you see sunset burn
throughout the sky,
a crimson crucifix
to portend my descent?
Think not.

Did you phrophecy
as your eyesight grew dim,
Should Odin awaken?
and heed your call?

Did you fantasize a charm
to neuter the savage beast
while you stood chained at the feasting hour in man-made frocks?

What? That bear and wolf
would lay at your bound feet
their teeth and claws?

Did your faith waiver, yet fail
¹as your heartbeat froze
begging faint dawn to execute
it’s icy thaw?

Did you spit your prayers
to four cornered winds,
to keep your faith fulfilled
whispered downward hallelujahs ?

And what of the Thunder God?
Did you bring gifts enough
to move his hand o’er his fleet
calming seas, bloodied seas
that you might retreat?

Oh precious.faithful servant, come!
God’s are moved, your battle’s won!
Tears of Love now wash you clean!
no battles here left chance
Let’s pray the tumors gone!

Dennis on Dextramethasone @dlmchale

Soooooo:
– let’s dance!
Put on your red shoes
and dance the blues.
lets dance!

THE HANDS of the ARTIST


The hands of the Artist,
emissaries of the mind –
separate from all musing
and aspiration.

What can be imagined,
what must be created,
from the heart upward
flowing into thoughts
downward streaming
to hopeful, colored hands.

The hands of the Artist
makes visible the width,
and breadth and depth
of expressive imagination
while paint-stained fingers
creatively caress canvases,
illuminating and breathing life
into the visceral void.

What remains are not
the hands of the Artist.

What remains is enduring
grandeur and grace;
the blessing of the soul
the echoes of the heart,
a gift for future generations.

What remains is truth;
his inspired vision,
her lasting legacy.