Hemlock on Evil

Hemlock on Evil



You swallowed it, the evil.
You wouldn’t figure out
That it was nothing
And it grew.

It tried to take over
From the inside out,
Through your skin, erupting,
Dirty, untouched.

Steaming hemlock
Made it sleep;
It took little naps
Then reared up, stronger,

Your head meanwhile
Weaker,
Your hands
More useless.

Like faith in God,
Like magic, like hope,
Like possibility,
Like life,

Faith in the bad shit,
Believing it has power
Makes it so.
Fear of it makes it unstoppable.

When you stop

Attempting
To make
It
Go away,

It

Will

Be

Gone.





by Coke Brown Jr. -
as posted on Coke's Croaks -
www.cokescroaks.com