Mosquitoes

The zesty singing splits the misty air A sudden itch, the pest swift wings Zooms off again. The buzz still brings A sizzling pain, a sharp shrapnel of fear My shrivelling protest hears but cannot find The flitting fiend with dizzy eyes Swooping and swirling as it flies The pimpled skin is left, the only sign What disease, what fever, pierces my skin What am I coerced to broadcast Among the innocent to last Endless generations of spite and sin Some tropic cess endless breeds the mite pest Squirming blood, suckling brittle bone Some frazzling sin I can't atone Seeks me fizzling strength without gift of rest Fiesty still the sizzling suckers swarm us Proboscis penetrating deep Inside tranquility of sleep The blitz of annoyance, fuss of chorus.