by Jeffrey Millstein
The land of well
Is where I owned my home yet
I knew it bordered
the land of illness
which seemed so far away.
People in the land of well sometimes
got sick and then they healed,
or they moved to
the bordering town
without saying goodbye.
When my lump came,
they cut it out then I took
the elixir and the beam of light,
thankful that I could remain on our side
where I am safe.
Free of disease, I now feel like
a mere tenant in
the land of well knowing
the land of illness is
only a cell mutation away.