A.W. Books & Poetry

Somewhere ensconced in a cranium, lives an invisible disease

Who shows himself to the poor and manifests in the weak.

The body is vitiated and riddled with unease.

And yet he holds his kingdom keys,

Leaving interane injuries embroidered in an abortive physique,

Somewhere ensconced in a cranium, lives an invisible disease.

Enlisted by Hell to make a poltroon out of Hermes,

As darkness feasts and consumes one, seasoning it’s prey with Angelique,

The body is vitiated and riddled with unease.

Yet, he bruits his poisonous vines and takes what he can seize,

Like a lumberjack’s axe on a once glorious teak,

Somewhere ensconced in a cranium, lives an invisible disease.

But knowing one’s feat could bring the patient his ease,

Maybe the ignorant should take heed to the screeching Calique:

“The body is vitiated and riddled with unease.”

Here lies the ones that were lost to the breeze,

And mind the ones who are still treading the modulating creek,

For somewhere ensconced in a cranium lives an invisible disease,

The body is vitiated and riddled with unease.

-Annalise Wellman