Colin F. Jones


Mid a paroxysm of multifarious bloodsuckers I stand,
Repellent smeared all over my face and my hands,
Yet despite this I am riddled with their bites,
Despite my clothing enjoying their delights.
I swallow paludrine and dapsone every day,
Hoping to keep the malaria away,
But it is the silent one that creeps through your guard,
To bury deep her contaminated sword…
That the chopper speeds me away,
To a hospital where I am doomed there to stay,
Writhing in agony and horrible pain,
Threatening to exterminate my name…
But ah, with the drugs and the fight,
I returned from the darkness to light.