Disease Snake
Give your vile and wicked,
I’ll lead them home,
On broken feet
And shards of glass.
An eyeless doll,
Marks the burial place,
Child of a deadly fever-infection,
And stones kicked out of the earth.

Disease Snake,
Give me your sick and your wounded,
I’ll lead them home,
To an unwashed hospital room,
With blood-stains on the bed.
A nurse with red-shot eyes,
And an addiction,
Attending the too-far gone.

Disease Snake,
Give me your mothers and your fathers,
I’ll lead them home,
To the suburban house,
with a car in the garage.
The husband makes his mark,
And it doesn’t hurt,
Not for long.

Disease Snake,
Give me your children and your future,
I’ll lead them home,
On candy-lined paths,
With peppermint canes.
The wicked witch bids them “Come”,
And they follow,
Only to watch the house crumble.

Disease Snake,
Give yourself to me,
I’ll lead you home,
Through the impenetrable,
And the blood-soaked.
The dark trees threatening,
They grab and stab,
At nothing.

Disease Snake,
Go away!
I don’t want to take you home!
Spare me your twisted words,
And contemptible deception.
Sell your body to someone else,
And your serpent tongue,
May find some repose.