Chemo

In Memoriam C

Chemo makes me nemo, the battlefield,
collateral damage, dear enemy,
shadow of my former self, my old home
unaccustomed, no longer what it was

I am the kernel of my malfunction,
I know equipment wears out, but I am
ill equipped for the  lack of warranty,
contemplate the loss of all agency

I don’t feel well, although once I did think
I was good at feeling, but this is pale
beyond all pale as it steals my substance,
I remind myself this will pass, I’ll pass

there is little comfort along the line
I travel stop by stop until the stop