By Tina Dybvik






The Woodtick Poem
(epistle/syllabic verse)

I am the nastiest creature to curse
the fragments of forest edge habitats,
a flattened arachnid of prairie grass;
beware the emergence of my blood-thirst.

Warm mammal that tramples the earth unchecked,
my purpose is single and pestilent:
to ratchet your dermis. A malcontent,
a freckle, unnoticed as I infect

with clawing, tickling incubation
and spirochetal regurgitation

--THE MITE






















©2009 Tina Dybvik

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