Bearing bile and oft disease
On cloudy days or in the trees
To garner as the human’s bane
The unhallowed harvest of our veins;
Come not hitherward nor nigh
Mosquito fell, thou prince of air
And of darkness come not by,
Or else of thy own doom beware.
Equipped to sip from man and beast
Without respect of persons any;
Like those Christ met amid the deceased,
Thy name is Legion, for ye are many!
‘Tis fell, the wind that bringest thee hither
And fie on the leaf that givest thee shelter.
Get thee hence, ere I thee compact,
And mete ten-fold thy tortures back!
O die the death and grant reprieve
From stabbings of thy needles aught,
For none would sigh & none would grieve
Wert thou in cobweb’s torture caught.
Hark how they swarm
In corporate endeavor,
Our skins to pierce,
Our capillaries sever:
Begone evil surgeons;
we want not thy blood-letting,
And may we never meet with thee,
or those of thy begetting!
The mosquito happens to be the deadliest animal in the world.
— Joel Dueck (Author) ·