You planted and preened the seed you destroyed. Your midday whispers running up my legs; You left behind a trail of innocent tickles that, In the empty evening air, Curdled into a sinister, aching itch. You left my ankles and the insides of my knees abandoned to snap down on a mosquito In one swift, final bark.
The bloodsuckers of the night Invaded my abode And with their unsterilized pipe Draw my blood ******* the life Out of my viens Injecting death Into the stream And in my pain I fight back Taaah! A clap, a slap But it ends in my pain For the invaders escaped Making a mockery of my counter-attack
In the dark Upon the couch When my head Her rest do seek Then came their scout And huuuummmm goes my drum This is worst than a bite For insomnia do invite Another alien to my home
So with teary eyes And shivering bones With lost appetite And a sour taste in my mouth A body feeble and frail Went I to see a doctor In the heat of my body Hot like a dozen furnaces Went I to the clinic But my testimony was not enough To convince the doctor That the invaders have left a stranger In my blood stream A parasite feeding on my life So the lab man I must see For the foreigner must be identified
Home I went and back I came To see the doctor But I have thought what to do To these foreigners Both the invaders and the aliens For my health and my rest Are worth more than gold And now sitting before the doctor Wandering what they must have found Hoping it’s not going to be grave “Malaria parasite” Malaria?! “Yes malaria” the invaders left it in your blood stream
Home I went from the doctor Armed with arthemether, lumefatrin and paracetamol To fight this war Raging in my world Still I wonder What do I do? To end it all Once and for all For the invaders Still hide within my walls In my wardrobe and in my clothes Under my bed and in the closet In water left uncovered And the ***** pool outside my home In the gutters and uncut lawn They seem to be everywhere
The “wipers” could not **** them They seem to make them strong For everytime they bounced back More angry and fierce No! one more pain, one more bite And my senses returned I have heard of ITN Insecticide Treated Net Convinced I was of just one try At last I found my warrior To defeat these aliens and invaders of my world Oh! How I love this net…. Gleefully I crawl under the net To take my sweet beautiful rest And no more of these alien care And my war against mosquito won And malaria defeated from the source Prevention and better than cure.
I lay here in the mud “Eat!” I say and let them lust over my blood. “Eat!” I beg. My body is a carcass strung up by their kind. I will surrender my pain to this earth knowing I have been drained for something pure. I will be given to a thirst so immaculate as if this is what it has all been for
I killed you, Mrs. Mosquito. In another life, You could have been a dog And we would have been friends. But in this one, where I am still me And you were still you, All that was different was You were a mosquito.
As I stare at your corpse Which is now just a splat of my own blood on my left forearm, I only think of how meaningless your death was and maybe how mine will be as well. You were a mosquito And perhaps I am one too.
2am listening to the song of the gnat as I sit having a crap book in hand I always read here since I had small children the only place I got any peace
the song stops I can feel the itch tiny legs massaging skin looking for a way in
more people killed than are alive today
quite a reputation for one so small we always called them gnats never mosquitos the gnat sounded more diminutive less of a threat but as it turns out they are connected through their Latin name, Culicidae
so I wonder about malaria how it's coming back to our shores as I finish the paperwork and hear the song resume disturbing it's evening meal
The mosquito has killed more people than are alive today.