Melanoma
Strange thing, this thing we know
But never call by name
For fear we’ll ‘rouse it from its place
A shadowed dank domain.
Where dark things grow, it lurks about
And slithers on its way
With orange eyes that never sleep
Intent to strike its prey
Strange thing, this thing we know,
But never call by name.
Bright light, white light, quite suddenly
Pierces through the paper skin
To set a boundary ring of flames
To halt this thing we know,
But never call by name.
“You may not come this way!”
A voice beyond our days
“For at this border life begins;
You may not reach within
to snatch the one that I have found
and called by my own Name.”