flat.fish.flesh

The season’s sickness takes its wholesome hold
as rash of green breaks out on Winter face.
Pink buds declare a pox on all that’s cold.
Frost’s bones are broken by the Spring embrace.

A plague of light injected as vaccine,
to resurrect the corpse of last year’s youth,
infects the flesh of artery and gene
to spread the word about life’s lived out truth.

The new borne tale, well told to old born ear,
discovers new instalments to the fable
are published by a fist of frond and fear
that stamps its mark wherever it is able.

Rose blooming jaws of cursing skin and breath
cough up the germs that bring a life to death.