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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