Within This House

Within this house, upon this hill,
Within its rooms where walls are still,
Within the walls the things are breeding,
Within themselves the cells are seeding,
Sowing something new and dark,
Sowing something bleak and stark,
Sowing something full of bile,
Sowing something black and vile.
Something that will soon appear,
Something that will feed on fear,
Something that will spread like lies
Something that will bring the flies,
The flies will lay their eggs on you,
Your body rigid, fearful, blue.

[© 2006 Greg Bunch]