May those who picked my scabs and lapped
my blood join the pack of desperate dogs
that run in hell's eternal fires.
For I scrubbed my warts intestine deep
held a burning rod against my cancers.
I licked my lesions closed in vain attempts
to hide their horrors. I fled the Sun's
unwelcome rays that cast my gruesome shadow.
But now in death above my grave,
my bust displayed in flawless marble.