I knew about it from the start
When the parasites settled into my essence
They seemed quaint at first, manageable

Compared to other intrusions,
Disruptions that I’ve endured over time
Later I knew they were absorbing my vitality

As they left behind their waste
Later still, how strange to watch my own aches
Increasing feebleness

No reverence or forethought
No one stepping forth
Can I kill them before they kill me?

Pleasantly, though, mine play Beethoven
Their Mozart exquisite
Poetry beautiful with depth, passion

Inspiring lyrical critique
Their art, though, high as it is,
Has never managed to alter human nature

Rick E Regine is a psychotherapist and a poet currently living in Santa Fe, New Mexico where he practices and writes. Read other articles by Rick E.