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T he Plague

The lips are baked, cracked
The eyes gaunt and
Face skeletal in the monsoon,

The plague has come.

The Oracular Verb calling,
Humans lurking phantoms,
The moon asleep in the frost:

The plague! The plague!
The hunters are armed
Toe to teeth
Spears and matchets gleaming
Out for the hunt.
The plague.

“ nuë ngông,”
Bless us all,
Fight the plague.
Bodies fortified
Palm wine drunk-
Arrows dipped in poison:
Hunters shrieking into the forest,
Hunting their own aggrieved ancestors.

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  1. Date: 9/13/2013 4:50:00 AM
    Absolutely oracular! We need that blessing.