Red Plague Poem by Jonathan Herr

As this Plague runs from hill top to hill top,
Runs tree to tree.
Unlike previous plagues,
This one no one immediately sees.
Until you look at faces,
Those of men and women
Babies and children.
And see them all masked,
To hide their scarred faces,
Their blood red bodies,
Living in agony.
Tortured by the Plague.
That cannot be cured,
Cannot be destroyed,
Those who cannot be saved
Will fall into a sleep
A coma,
and never to wake up.
Look at them
Suffering,
Bleeding,
Decaying,
Dying.
Just like the others
In this Red Plague.