the thrill is soon gone
Todd Kalinski
masked up to the boundaries of fume&being,
secretly conspiring army ants,
greased gut lining
& the great one is soon gone,
pinned to pop sickle sticks
above the enterances of the laboratory,
touch it with delicate finger paints
& watch the glow reverberate slowly at first
but quickly catch like fire in heart of numbness,
where cancer does not fester
but burns thru the shields
& disipates to scald to burn to ebbing sear.
