orange haze keeps the long stickly grass dry
swaying back and forth in the hot breeze
it's beautiful
the roundworms wriggle viciously beneath the stocks
preparing to dig into the skin of passersby
multiply in the lungs
the workers laugh as they tend the fields
slicing, hacking away at the roots, their feet in water
life is good
the worms crawl through the intestines, festering
reproducing in the lungs and stomach, growing bigger
they're coughed out
hackhack
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Beauty and danger many fail to notice indeed! Your poem points out this very well! Nice!