Plague Poem by Matt Tinsley

Not long ago, there was a land
So remote and immune
But soon enough they were ravaged too
By the evil pestilent plumes

The travelers came from lands abroad
Their arrival marked the date
For soon enough there would be a harsh
Cruel and indivisible fate

The natives welcomed their strange new guests
Arms open and unreserved
Their courtesy was too trustworthy
And their liveliness unheard

If only it were left unsaid
They may have kept from growing dead
And their corpses may have kept warm
Immune to the plague and its swarm

Infectious air exchanged among nights
Embraces strung with lures
No herbal remedy could be found upon
And no medicine could cure

The basic peace of their cultured land
Could not predict viruses
No germ was seen within the seams
Of their stitched-up irises

The trees would lean if not to dream
And seek out the untold
No illness known could bare alone
Within the clandestine folds

If only it were left unsaid
They may have kept from growing dead
And their corpses may have kept warm
Immune to the plague and its swarm

The flowers drooped inside and out
To signal to the gods
The natives would have noticed them
If they were not facades

The breeze blew still and chilled profound
With its new ghostly gleam
No warmth was found upon the ground
Betrayed were the sunshine's streams

The ocean's waves went black and called on back
To the nature left preserved
Its currents carried the populates
And the demographics blurred

If only it were left unsaid
They may have kept from growing dead
And their corpses may have kept warm
Immune to the plague and its swarm

Not a whisper left to submit to theft
Not a breath left to be had
No human left alive to strive
And all other life gone mad

The bloated corpses bobbed and floated
The coastline clouded in tears
The only positive of all other outcomes
Was the seizing of their fears

Today the land is abandoned and banned
It's legacy in ruins of mud
Some tearful puddles still wallow
But most lies beneath the floods

If only it were left unsaid
They may have kept from growing dead
And their corpses may have kept warm
Immune to the plague and its swarm