I'm holding a miracle cure

Twenty four red and yellow magic beans that rattle and jump

To be taken with food

Eat me and the cancerous growth shrinks away leaving you like the red queen

Victorious and undefeated

A fairytale where the giant is slain and the prince and princess wish

With a kiss for many more days

More days

To sit in that chair with the plastic mat

That stops the piss staining it and a lingering smell mingles

With the bellowing television

And the carer comes and turns it off whilst you sleep the days away

Because the nights are all memories and pain

And now I am to prescribe you more days

More days

A promise of twenty four embryos shuffling in plastic cribs

Ready for life

Ready to birth hope infused with industrial pharmaceutical miracles

And your eyes are screaming

And we cure and cure all that is set before us as time tears at every cell of you

I know that what you pray for isn't

More days

I tuck twenty four fluttering birds away in my white pocket

To be released in another place

I will give you the news that death is coming and we just have to wait

I will hold your hand

Will find you comfort and kindness and with every bit of love

Will wait for

A miracle