For one hand, can reach, like a severed hand-
To take things forever, upon cursed lands-
The plague reaching out and my soul to take-
My light is but a lantern, lying in wait-
One, of two-
Men and women each-
Others to fall victim, is one of them you?
Men and women, snatched up by beaks-
Seven or so beaks, open horribly, at death’s very door-
Bodies, sickly, washing up along shores-
Oh why still, doth the plague ask for more?
Poem’s Meaning: Talks about anxiety from struggles and hard times.
Copyright March 21, 2014