Scab Badges/Cancer

Out of blistered loins
it appears raw
like a slug
boiled in mucas,
sucking at pores
eager for destruction
and cowled plague.
Ruffian neoplasm
sending malignant overtures
to shining organs,
then delighting in watching them wither.
Death in abundance
tumour me.
Metastasis bulbs grow in haste
to ravage peach skin
with crops of dark patches
and sugared misery.
Shrinking paper bones
in its milky wake,
nothing fades spirits
like the peppered bruise
of this hand...

@Steven Francis poems 2009