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.






Photo by Silvestri Matteo on Unsplash


Reprinted with permission of the author.

Previously published in The Mistress, 2016, 3: A Taos Press



Catherine Strisik

Catherine Strisik, poet, teacher, editor is Taos, New Mexico’s 2nd Poet Laureate 2020-2021 with an enlivening Poetry in Nature project; ...more