Raptor of Mercy
- Surviving Breast Cancer
- Aug 7, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 19, 2025
By Geri Radacsi
Like an eagle, hawk, buzzard, falcon, tawny owl
sharp of talon and deadly of beak—
let my immune system strike.
Let it spew white blood T cells
spotting the invaders inside my breast,
storm to destroy cancer.
What was the cause? Genetic makeup? A caustic world?
Radiation be my raptor.
Assail. Prey. Pray.
On territory patrol, raptor,
be driven by a survival instinct.
Let my therapy with exquisite twists,
sweep for mastery, hurl and glide,
hunt and grapple.
Will you pierce in a shadowy span?
Guided by wide-eyed acuity. Precise.
Lock on to kill all that’s lethal
to the very limit of the possible.
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