I never considered the complexions of love
to adulate primitive union of the dissimiliar
a bridged gap, once benevolent and built to withstand
now just ruins abused by invasive jungle
how long must I sacrifice to this
often I reflect on the blood lost
when, if ever, is it sufficient
do these old worlds ever decay
swallowed up by the tide
its a bitter memory to swallow
i never thought I´d die
from cutting the cancer out
John Putignano 