Parasite Host

Klick by klick, satanic ticks advance;
trick by trick, you’re numbed by succubi;
brick by brick, they break through your defence;
prick by prick, they slowly suck you dry.

Ticks! Ticks! Ticks! Ticks overrunning your legs
and arms with grinning fields of drilling rigs;
lamprey platforms draining you to the dregs;
pumpjacks like pecking cocks or swilling pigs.

The lilliputian infrapopulation spills across your breast;
spreading illness and pollution; breeding children, building nests.
Dark, priapic skyscrapers, like mosques to the mosquito, rise;
parasitic cities take the place of nature’s paradise.

You ache to rise and crush them but your body mutinies,
paralysed by fear and lies, false flags and friendly fire.
Their wicked termite mounds transmit auto immune disease
that divides and rules the fuel that drives their vampire empire.

Quaking; screaming, you break loose from dreaming;
probosces turn to accupuncture pins.

“I dreamt I was Earth possessed by humans”,
you say.

The accupuncturist just grins.