Dreaded Flight Poem by Bernard Onoja

Long live proboscis author of death The forest search for blood never over What does water and grass have in common? We expect a blessed midgut and salivary gland

Draw from the stream of life Oh female. Time shall tell the number sent to the grave As controversy enshrouds the source of your evil power Enjoying the warmth of nocturnal/diurnal bliss

Where do we run to? You emerge in areas earlier thought to be free Who will warn of the impending aerial danger Small but mighty servant of evil

How do you execute judgment? The seed you sow reveals its dull petals as fever, headache, and rash Receptors numerous in quitoes and cells of men Sometimes gentle but could be devastating with haemorrhage