the lately coming and going of diagnoses cell counts CT scans and lymph node lethargy don't know my friend Joe if they did there would be a lot more scrambling around perspicacious planning and echoes of Lazarus on medical lips they would know that his Sambas don't beat a pace commensurate to a march against death but one where daffodils replace harsh pills and pave the way for a new smile they would abate with the knowledge that Joe has already swallowed the din of rebel cells and is obliging now that they enjoy the show of numinous revival