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Robert Herriott Poem
People fear me - touch not blood
yet through their own i do yet flood
I lie...and steal from their tender love
Send many down...Send some above.
I take their light touch as my own slicing tounge-
and whisper myself into vein and lung.
they try to fight!
they squirm - they pray.
i rend their flesh,
more everyday.
Succulent sweat and bile sublime
Even in the air i dance, with time.
they flee from me.
they shudd'r my kiss.
why do they fear my final bliss?
i do not care.
they taste yet ... the same
even as they hiss my name.
those who hate me - i take them too-
worm my way though their gloves of blue
they tried to end me
they yet do fight.
And so they weep now - wheeze in night.
they thought mine weren't yet unto me-
And so, they too, are becoming me.
their blood, it's burning up...so high
will Fever take them to God-knows-nigh?
Or sister's loving, ending we?
tearing the cells
so gleefully
My Family follows me you see.
We'll take it all
ev'ry last bit.
Human lives do end so quick.
Thay failed to fear me, they failed to see
that one so small can kill violently.
Now they know me- Now they've named me.
Letters and numbers...H's and 3's.
We've had other names,
playing the same game,
burning and tearing so many, so long.
We've done so ever since Old Abram's song.
They knew us not then,
Knew not what we were-
But by now, dear host, you've probably heard.
The killers are here,
know now not mercy.
I AM IN YOUR HEART, YOUR BLOOD, DON'T YOU SEE?
I am the sickness to sing you to sleep.
When i am in you, you too are me.
Copyright © Robert Herriott | Year Posted 2015
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