A Mini Monster
The flea
I have caused the death of so many.
I carry a lot of disease.
A monster small and mini.
The black plague is one of these.
Some say 200 million I killed,
A third of Europe died.
So many graves I filled.
So many people cried.
Here is the secret cure.
That few people know.
Horses fleas hate for sure,
Around them we do not go.
On ships that I caught.
I rode on the rats.
The quarantine it did not stop,
To keep me where I was at.
Dance around in a ring.
In your pockets posies rest.
The children play and sing,
while around them is darkness and death.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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Chilling and thought-provoking. You’ve captured the fear and devastation with such a raw poetic touch. Amazing work Mark✨