PestilenceA Poem by Gideon X. A. ElsonA man makes a fatal decision out of empathy.
As I lay here, sickly in bed,
And think on people gone, It startles me to know their fate, When plaugue has set upon. The year thirteen forty seven, And in the month of May, Come with the rats and on their backs, That black death grim decay. First to ill my sister Mary, Not but twelve years in age, Tried to ail her ill's with a cure of, Cider, vinegar, sage. To our dismay it did not work, Within ten days she dead, But not the end of misery, For surely this be said. The death of Mary was but, The twilight of our distress, For soon to follow what seemed like, The deaths of all the rest. It took my mother, and my wife, My brother and his child, It took my neighbor and the priest, My aunts case though was mild. And as the priest died, In front of us, We asked the same as he, What reason God's forsaken us, His wrath rain down on thee. Buboes, black spots, and bloody froth, Became a daily thing, And if you listen with your ear, For Hark! You'll hear death sing. A multitude of bodies lay, The streets of Florence full, And o the stench when they decay, A paradise for ghoul. The doctors with their bird like masks, With flowers in the nose, Do tell me I should keep away, When bodies I dispose. For is my job to pull the cart, And corpses I retrieve, In ghastly graves and enmasse, The departed I then leave. The most grim scene I've ever known, Unholy sepulcher, This day a child I lay to rest, No priest to pray for her, I fear I have taken fever, And what is next to rise, Surely from the child take I, The source of my demise. I did not, the heart to cast her, Upon that horrid heap, Instead dug her a grave her own, And o'er her body weap. © 2022 Gideon X. A. ElsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGideon X. A. ElsonKeytesville, MOAboutI'm nobody important, but I do find life more bearable when I create things be it writing poetry, music, photography or rambling nonsense. I like to write in rhyme and meter, though must admit emphasi.. more..Writing
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