Naked eyes’re powerless
for they are invisible,
smaller than dust, no less.
Creepy crawlers, void of tiny legs,
bursting from vein to vein
inside a mortal, muscled-keg.
A minuscule army of
Platinum, Fluorine, Arsenic, Boron
haunting for the invading “C”.
With a fatal glow, ‘nother option
is the clear-cut missile of
Cobalt-60 and Nickel-60.
Both weapons attack
with precision after trialled years,
Inside the lab intelligent minds
haunt periodic table for more recruits
in the race against the cursed
maker of crocodile-not tears.
Battles may end six-feet deep
or above, but all are won.
With a sliver of hope,
sunrise remains divine.
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Inspired by the book I finished last night, my first for 2020, Finding Chika: A Little Girl, an Earthquake, and the Making of a Family.
It is the story of a little Haitian girl named Chika diagnosed with a rare brain tumor. What a brave girl she was and still is.