HIV
wedged into the bloat of Mankind, it lurks
coiled in the caverns of our
insides
and it snares without hooks or nets
or clamps
until all of our blood is
occupied
and bellowing out, breaths become
a blink
ground down by the weight of a
dying heart’s pulse
and snaked into the body’s tributaries
the dried blood-tide ropes its
territory
its naming has never contained it
no sound has delayed it, and yet
we deny it
judging its victims, sinner,
demon, beast
until it snatches one of us; too late we know
it has the seared conscience...