In that laboratory cell. Biohazard prison.
They shaped their visions.
Modern day Frankenstein’s
creating invisible villains.
They could sweep across lands,
just a cough and a sneeze,
Would carry them into the breeze.
An unwashed shake of hands,
Could bring a continent to its knees.
In Shadows they worked
Hazmat suited like future police
From some 60s science fiction piece.
Taking strains of death and blending them
Morphing into a whole new race.
Frankenstein would be proud.
Creating a monster. To devour.
Not to aid but to overpower.
A plane payload of poisoned people,
would quickly betray how weak and feeble
our society is, when all is laid bare,
recycled air, would propagate,
within the atoms of that atmosphere,
quicker that the newspapers could circulate,
before even 24-hour news has caught a sniffle.
Thriving monsters would live amongst the people.
Alarms. A mishap
perhaps a lapse of judgement.
Gaps in security
A disgruntled employee,
or some poor youthful trainee.
Alarms.
Red lights blaring. Screaming air.
As their eyes begin to bleed.
melting faces.
Death tastes of rot and disease.
The beast is free.
A gas, a toxin,
bacterial strain
to wipe out everything.
Scentless intense
senseless immense
A black death beater, plague eater,
This disease was leaner. Neater.
And we were leaning on
more unclean as the councils
cut our services.
A perfect rearing ground,
Feeding the stew,
a bubbling cauldron.
Breeding
the end days
for me and you.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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