Poison Veins

by Rana

Can’t find the stinger;

it drowns in drips and dribbles

of raining oceans

pooling on sun-tanned beaches:

perhaps it was never there.

There could be many;

microscopic pin pricks jab

into every pore

to nestle and fester, breed

and build their sinewed kingdom.

Give the empire strength

beneath the darkening shores.

May they raise mountains,

then climb them beyond the stars;

poison veins to power gods.


2 Comments to “Poison Veins”

  1. Intriguing; well chosen words … And a fine final verse, very dramatic.
    Enjoyed reading and re-reading.
    More please.

  2. Like Paul, I enjoyed the poem.

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