{I have been away from my blog while my father has been hospitalized in North Carolina.
His unfortunate accident caused him to become infected with a bacteria. Hence my ode to this powerful pathogen.
In his highly-drugged state, when he first came to the hospital, he referred to his infection as “poison.” So I owe the title to him. He has since beat this particular affliction, and continues to work very hard at recovering from the whole incident.
The photo depicts a grate over a fresh-water well, but it looks enough like a sewer grate to evoke the sense of disgust I was going for. }
Prometheus of pathogens,
Gargantua of germs:
You’d have slain a great and girth-some man,
Had you dictated terms.
You lay in wait on porcelain,
Invisible, inept,
And only when he failed to move,
Into his blood you crept.
How to destroy so coy a foe?
How guess, assess the risk?
Some clever devil cursed this house
With you, his basilisk.
Vile poison, lurking everywhere,
You’d prosper on a pin.
But, snatched from wretched Death’s cold grasp,
What will become of him?
Copyright 2019 Andrea LeDew
You’ve captured the insidious foe very well. I’m glad to hear that your dad was able to beat the poison.
Thank you Liz. He’s still on the mend but that particular issue seems to be resolved, thanks to an small army of medical professionals.
Oh no, that must have been so stressful. I’m glad to hear his health is improving.
Yes, thank you.
It’s also amazing how the human imagination in desperate times still tries to make sense of the inconceivable.