Immortal Cells Aggie Rieger ’17 He lived too long. He was a cancer himself. He passed the length of natural life, His cells raging on, raiding on, dividing rapidly, damaged A rusty, murky, gag-inducing sink Overflowing. He flooded the bathroom, He leaked through - seeped through. The house was saturated with his immortality. Poetry 60
He had no self-destruct. He replicated, multiplied The way only that kind of old man does, And the earth bursted with the whole of his existence.
Rieger
Breathing, moving, stress, thrill, just the sun: Our cells were meant to be damaged.