The cancer
devours
her dreams
her memories.
Her death
haunts her living hours.
Soon
the cancer
will eat its way
(hungry as a caterpillar)
to the exact
location of her soul.
She clasps
her fingers within my fingers
as if to comfort
my anguish
smiles
as if she will
live forever.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hungry-as-a-caterpillar/
