Mirabile Muse

There is an evil tree growing inside you

In your chest

The roots reach deep

Winding through your lungs

(Do you feel them with every breath?)

Blind fingers, groping, gripping

Exploring every crevice

Clutching at your heart

Sinking deeper they infiltrate your pancreas

And liver,

And gall bladder

Sucking up all your strength.



And the branches reach up into your head,

And all your thoughts are the sounds of rattling leaves,

Dead on their twigs.

And in your mouth you bear

The bitter fruit.

And with every word you speak

The vile seeds spray forth

Seeking another

fertile

host

~ DarkPool9
05/21/06