Hysteria

 

It’s very intricate,

Attaches itself like spiders legs

Around each and every victim

As it swims even among

The most concealing pools,

     It is,

Unrelenting and fears

No other,

Its cold touch

Clammy with moisture,

And none know of

Its coming until swept

Seawards in a tide of hate,

     There is a new sickness in town

A new foreboding that lurks

At every corner,

And curtains are once again

Twitched and turned

As each neighbour

Realizes the onslaught

That glides by each look of

     Suspicion,

 

The tongues are hushed,

The melodrama played out

By actor and spectator alike,

     The scream is silent

As the tentacles slip around,

And we look on not knowing

How to cull the new enemy,

The new thoughts that paralyse

Adults and take children

Into care,

     There is a new sickness going around,

So much sickness people

No longer turn to each other,

But hide behind walls –

Their own kith and kin,

Until the tentacles

Claim the suspicions of

Their very own children

     And,

Man is here,

Man is gone,

Man is dead,

     The new found sickness,

The new found hatred like

Octopus;-

     Claiming every soul.

 

 

Michael J Waite 11^th March 2013.