Take a Number

I stand in this line waiting.

For my name to be called.

To be approved.

To be poisoned.

To be irradiated.

For cells to be killed.

The ones that grow too quickly.

The ones who grow confused.

Where am I?

Why do I grow here?

Why do I not fit in here?

I need more room

To grow your tomb.

Please kill that part of me.

The cells that want too much from me.

The cells that risk taking life.

Not ALL of me.

Let the healthy ones be.

But please. Please. Please.

No more waiting.

No more calling.

No more faxing.

No more consulting.

This is me, at the beginning

Of a major voyage.

About to pick up everything.

To place my life in the hands of science.

In the hands of specialists.

In the minds of genius.

Who practice life extension.

Doing all they can.

So that I might live.

So that I might one day be free.