Our Haunting

that subtle serpent slithered
like a dark—vaporous spirit
rising from aches of stony deeps
to flood our peaceful home
with drips of his hidden hell
haunting each creaking crevice
strangling us in his silent howls
yet—after my onerous battle
I put a stake in his vacuous heart
exorcising his evil radiating rays

but sadly—I was much too late—
as radon’s swell of evil progeny
possessed Diane’s warm breath
my strong singularity of love
and it grew—and it grew
into a lung cancer—still—
her lamp of faith is so resilient
yet—I see worries in her
deep cerulean eyes
—a few tears
of fear