We quarantined the bodies for thirty-six hours prior,
The epidemic had spread, and we earned rank, and rivaled opinions.
Its seeds formed the mass-grave, dug three meters deep,
Laced the grave with lime and then lowered the plastic sheets.
The most deadly virus on earth, that's what we were told.
Fever followed by hemorrhages and then the organs corrode quickly.
I felt sickly on arrival to quarantine,
And then thought about the dream,
Or rather its cousin's form in death's theatrics.
This village served as a circle, end-around, with no public display,
And to our dismay we touched the bodies without gloves,
To shield us from that which we disposed of,
Not knowing of the fact, there's more infection for those without protection.
I felt the hot flashes on arrival to the field,
Smelled disease in the air and saw little children frozen in kneeling position.
The world health organizations had lied,
It was less than forty hours since the first people had died.
With that in mind, we realized transmission was still plausible.
Some of the men on the team felt nausea and demanded hospital care on sight.
Earlier in the night, I had a vision that it spread,
Through the fruit from the field and that my wife was already dead.
In thirty-six cities, the disease was spreading rapidly,
And each passing minute saw another person fall.
Incompetence on sight, some of these kids were only babies,
Pale white bodies infiltrated by stupidity.
But the validity of the situation made the risk less morbid,
And I touched each corpse with love as if it was my own child.
"Respect that which you know holds death in your hands."
My father told me that the moment before he left us all alone.
And now I'm all alone, in a real world of real lies.
Passing themselves without a chance of resurrection, and no protection,
Can work as well as common sense in this case.
My hands are more stable than the lowest bidder, and in my place.
No man can stand with respect for self,
Except I expect I'd persevere through this, 'cause if
One bit of it spreads, than we're all dust-to-dirt.
So I float with my guardian angels as extra measures.
As soon as that be, the sweat fell into the body, I knew the curse.
I put my hands upon my face instead of calling for the nurse.
The fever in my body broke away from hypochondria,
If this is the sacrifice, than it's the price I got to pay.
Thought about my wife, rest myself assured,
Laid down in the cold amongst the lime-ridden corpses,
And prayed my last prayer on one knee
To a god that I don't even believe in.
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