You touch the bodies of
the living
And mark them for dead
A plague of their own
flesh
Rampant, raging, you
spread.
Cruel monster, slithering
Through vessels, unknown
Multiplying, dividing
You plunder, you grow
You ravage and destroy
Rot the body like wood
No care for the innocent
No mercy for the good.
Blood, swelling, horror
When at last you are found
we fight for the victim
to which you are bound
we poison you, poison
hack, gauge you out
burn you, hot waves
just kill you somehow
internal struggles, a war
that won’t make the
news
sometimes we win
and sometimes
we lose.
Photography By David Terrazas
Here is a presentation for a school project, made by DylanAlex McJohnson, about this poem :)
Here is a presentation for a school project, made by DylanAlex McJohnson, about this poem :)