Piss on your reproaches.
You’re scared, upset, I get it.
But I exist only to hatch
My progeny inside your willing bodies.
It’s rich that you blame me
For your weakness.
My success makes you ill.
That’s my problem?
Still, I watch your high officials
Say I’m invincible.
That they can’t stop me.
Flattering, I’m sure.
But really, it would take so little to destroy me,
Send my remnant to oblivion;
Quiet, harmless,
tucked inside forest bats.
You won’t open your fists of gold.
No pity even for your own kind.
So I thrive.
I multiply.
I kill.