Risk

Bravado, like innocence
Bleeds into the blue sunlight
Winking like a harlot
Calling like a siren

The time of posing
Assuming a will of iron
A Lance-like determination
Is exposed for what it is

The intruder is sentient
With its own brilliant design
Co-opting gene, cell and marrow
To its truly iron will

The host has been awakened
The interloper revealed
In lumps, scans, and slides
For the quiet, genius of its plan

It speaks to me now
In even, measured tones
Of mutually assured destruction
Of its own inevitable death

As my counterattack forms its lines
Each cut goes deeper than the last
Biopsy, marrow sample, mediport
Pain a direct line of communication

There is no victimless war
No surgical bombing campaign
The casualties will surely mount
And all my treasures will be at risk