Fixed in wax and stuck to glass
They seem rather innocuous
Staring back at me
With their big nucleoli
In fact, they seem rather like cowards
Playing hide and seek
Amongst the normal cells
But their features do not escape me
As their judge and jury
I convict them in my path report
And sentence them to death
By knife, poison, or burning
What an interesting poem, Terry...i TOTALLY love this choice of material and how u paint a seemingly innocent picture... Smilesz... thanxs for sharing this 'massacre'. HAhhaa.