The storm troops of cancer
The storm troops of cancer
burst in on the family dinner,
brute shoulder to the door
dull gray-green fabric tight
over meat malleus as bronze
smearing the candles,
dislocating the delicate jaw,
incinerating the snowflake of order
tatted by held-breath billions of years.
Ambiance 
LouiseM said,
September 16, 2015 at 1:32 am
Yes. With a period in place of multiple exclamation marks, though they would also fit.
The words to fit what I felt on reading this poem have not yet come to mind. A release of breath with a low “uummmh’ sound from low inside was my first response. Thank You for writing and posting it here. .
amba12 said,
September 21, 2015 at 11:57 am
<3 . .