parasites...

parasites

big

or small

smaller than

minuscule

is what we face

now

death

to us all

as the evil rings

desperate

to rid humanity

face down

in the mud

of tears

and fallen

angels be

the singers

the songs

children’s tunes

we all

remember

twisted

in the capture

of long ago

not nature’s challenge

of pests

creepy crawlies

medflies

mosquitoes

as the insecticide

is inside

everything

we eat

touch

inhale

as finally

the lurid tale

of Plum Island’s

nefarious

Lyme

sci-fi reference

exposed

wild

and not believable

as the writers

so outlandishly

perverted

and cruel

seemingly born

from the imagination

of Doctor Doom

himself

draped in robes

horns worn

atop

crosses

clasped

from the base

pentagrams etched

into landscape

dancing

around the fires

ignited

in conjure

up from Hell

itself

lasers

pinpoint

ground zero

white ash

blanket

as a gentle

serene

New England dusting

a December’s

fluffy

innocent

powdering

a holiday blessing

in the ruse

of kindness

in the deception

of anything

close

to reality

as obvious

as a turd

naked

on a paper

plate

served

top dollar

the rulers

diddle

the children

promoting

confidence

in their own

demise

as a delusional

distraction

of their superiority

to the gallows

they will go

for even nature

finds ways

to evolve

in the overall

protection

of deadly

parasites