Poison Veins

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.

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