He was beautiful in his strength
and ability – everyone safe in his hands.
He was betrayed
by his bones
for the marrow inside had
myeloid cells with DNA
switched up, wrong,
producing myeloblasts that killed
good blood cells, his
strength yielded to the eternal

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De Jackson, the Host, writes: New to the Q? Here’s the bones of it: 
Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word bone. Post your poem on your own blog, and link up with us using the Mr. Linky below. Then spend some time making your way around the interwebs, as you read and comment on the amazing work of your fellow poets. The Quadrille is here all week, so be sure to come back and read (and write) some more! 

Quadrille #245 – Writing Down the Bones