Paraquat Insecticide Speaks
I’m as immune to prayer as to
whom or what ingests me. Man
woman insect animal plant
deplete darken wither die. Inside
his brain’s deepest vault. I am
progressive slow aggressive
with the nervous system.
My earliest sign, loss
of the sensuous sense of smell,
twitch, muscle ache, need
to sleep before my secret
exposes a disease so hungry
we scream, ego-driven. He
beats against betrayal. Even if
he had one ear open to his Lord,
he still would be mine.
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Reprinted with permission of the author.
Previously published in The Mistress, 2016, 3: A Taos Press