FOR A CANCER PATIENT

God spoke to me last night,
though i doubt it was the same God
you've knelt down in prayer to.

we talked of death & damnation
& your poetry, not necessarily in that order.

the rain dripped from his beard
into small green puddles at my feet.
He told me, a single drop would cure
the world of any disease.

i gathered a spoonful
& called for the raven,
to hasten it to your bedside,
only to see him stumble & fall.

my friend, it is as it began,
your fate again in the mercy of your God.