Poetry by Glenn Early

Acoustic Neuroma

When radiation failed, the wave-toothed saw

peeled back bone, revealed

the inky tumor moored

against my mother’s brain.

A ripened pear wrapped in a sheet of blood.

“We got it all,” the doctors said, leaving

in their wake ruined connections,

frayed nerves, neurons shredded

like blood red beets,

one deaf ear,

the left side of her face a rumpled ruin.

Now her world has shifted,

a cloudless sky tumbles and rolls.

Now her days turn in upon her

as she gazes each morning in broken-hearted wonder

at that divided face in the mirror.

She leans against walls to stop the spinning.

In her head,

God has chosen

to do this thing to her.


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