The Vaccine

The needle pricks your skin,
injects a clear, glassy liquid,
makes an impenetrable shield
so the sickness won’t get in.

No, it’s not the vaccine
you take to keep you whole,
body lashed to its little soul
(the thing that’s never really been).

This one carries all you want:
guile, love, peace and poison;
it kills worry and suspicion,
dulls your pain in just an instant.

Then you are a magical being.
No one sees you slipping past,
alive or dead, cursed or blessed,
until you dream of nothing.

Roger Stoll is a Latin America/Caribbean solidarity activist with the Task Force on the Americas, a three-decades-old anti-imperialist human rights organization. He has published articles, book reviews and political poetry in Dissident Voice, Resumen Latinoamericano, MintPress News, Black Agenda Report, Popular Resistance, Orinoco Tribune, Marxism-Leninism Today, Counterpunch, San Francisco Examiner, ZNet, Jewschool, and New Verse News. Read other articles by Roger.