Beyond what any of us could have imagined.
What anyone could have described.
Part of me wanted to say
Just take him.
I’m powerless: We all are.
This runaway train of tests and results
and the hideous waiting.
Shock and denial kicking in, predictably,
for a roller coaster ride that never stops.
Listening to the doctors I stand
I appear to onlookers mildly interested.
Where are the incisive questions now?
The cut to the bone I’m famous for.
Even if they need asking
the answers would not be fit