The parasite

The parasite avidly sucks

it prospers filthy

on your ruins,

it infects of its smell

all around.

And where you had

prepared the ground,

arranged the scions, seeds and grafts

for a garden

of generous fruits,

now only weeds,

underbrush, foul-smelling bog,

desert of worms and mould,

only attended

by poor cripples

and spiteful people

January 23, 2004