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T he Plague

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T he Plague

The lips are baked, cracked
Disfigured
The eyes gaunt and
Hollow
Face skeletal in the monsoon,
Wrinkled-

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.