Anti Body

I see the world as it is
A festering sore
Turgid with the bile of decay
I sit back incredulous
As the teeming hordes of humanity
Skitter upon the surface
Chittering in their insectile language
Engorged on the distended flesh
Mild amusement turns to anger
As a lone pest assails me
The inveterate human is quarantined
As I continue to purge the carcass

© 2005, Mosquitobyte