My NaNoWriMo has ground to a halt this week having lost my brother in law to cancer.  I do plan to pick it up again next week and will extend it into December but in the meantime I wrote this poem.

Hancock’s Curse

It’s there inside,

a silent scourge.

Disguised as a native,

empty bamboo,

Breaking down defences,

crowding out life.

Scalpels assault,

gauling reprieve.

Chemical weapons raining down.

Vigorously resprouting,

rooted deep inside.

Unbiased Invader,

colonising my ecosystem.

My Hancock’s curse.