Her mouth stands
to convey swarms of plague,
time slowly corrodes as her
jaws have locked into place.
At the grips of her own hands
this woman carries her victims to their passing,
they hold back tight.
For when this woman arches
back her skin sheds from her bare limbs,
her own flesh begins to pile at her own feet.
This disease continues to dialate
as it imerses through the air,
she can no longer hide what she is.
Contamination grows in the town
where she lays and sleeps,
she can no longer hide what she is.
Her people before her beg
only for forgiveness as their flesh begins to
peel from their bodies,
their flesh pile at their own feet.