Plague
Spurring movements
Tie us down
Farther than before.
Heat sweats and sickness,
The sticky skin to the panels,
Disease encroaching.
Speed and tenacity
The likes never seen
Before nor again.
Awestruck wires,
Buckets filling,
Brims waiting.
Waltzing like a child
It advances with no rhythm
Only direction.
Falling over itself,
Victim to victim,
Too potent for its own good.
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