Contagion - The Pink Eye Blues
My hand is
Where he slipped in
And to my eye
He journeyed merrily
And upon reaching his
Warm, wet refuge
Crept into a dark recess
To bide his time.
There he sat
Growing content and fat
Mocking me for days,
A sticky, seeping puss
The only tribute
To his host.
But I will not touch him!
I will not disturb him!
Let my defenders come
To fight the good fight
I will be alright.
Smugly will I go on living
As he lay drying and dying
In the crusty corner of my eye.
~Darkling Plain, Sept. 1, 2006
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