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Two decades I'd been scoped
and probed for flecks
shrapnel in a combat zone
practiced, they would wend and know.

And then the call
statistically, the odds were high
an epithelial surprise
pathology reports don't lie.

With skill and care, they'll cut and paste
and put pieces in a jar,
send me off with just a scar
and one small bag to hold my things
until I'm back (after a brief reprieve)
to be configured once again.

We'll call a truce, sign peace accords
and hope for calm
to grace these battered shores.

Oh, I'll endure, I'll be okay
I'm lucky, at least I look at it that way.