I led the man out of the bank in handcuffs.
His skin sagged over hollow bones:
a hundred pounds on a six foot frame.
He said to me, "I want you to know
I robbed that bank. It's a federal offense.
I nod, find the money in his pocket, ask,
You have cancer?
"That's what they say."
He so drained by the chemo,
he can't tell me what day it is.