Disease is the Best Cure

by Stephen Ellis

When will the ravaging
be over? It will

never be over, because
at this point, it is

the absolute condition
of what remains

of life, its total
occupation, a kind of

diversion to myself
of its ultimate aim,

my comfort, and revenge
against the terror

it continues to bring on.
The toxic cells

think they have perhaps
a 92% chance of

overwhelming those
that remain healthy.

The medical professionals
hold my chances of

survival at about 12%.
Of close friends,

there are no absolutes,
which is as it ought to be,

although 72% aren’t
Sure. For my own part,

I have no idea. I just
assume that all of

the above assumptions
are true, and since I can

still hold a pen firmly
enough to write this,

while knowing all disease
cures itself, whether

the patient survives or not,
I could care less.