In Our Blood...Is This A Hazard?

raged, unmarked hearts
thirsting for knowledgeable mouths and
donated parts
suckle the depths of the
sloth, the leech
the conjured sneeches
prescribed by their achievement,
but never by their bereavement
they follow their natural hunger
devouring hate’s despaired past
leaving out all the rest
for a joyous reminiscence
to enhance cognizance
and remind the few to not be a pest

Behold! the tick!
the draining species of blood
to pump their bellies full of our DNA mud

cast a shadow on your chest
making it bleed out the rest
beat away the tenderized meat
leftover from your grinder’s defeat
disaster falls towards water you feed
drying your mouth with feelings of greed
maggot DNA soaks its remains
in the remainder of your flesh in chains
stating,
‘Be eaten, and forgotten.’
Life circles
set in stories and
stopped in books
misinterpreted and
spat-upon looks