Joel’s Improved Personal Website
Curse of the Mosquito
| 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! |
