Villanelle 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 17, 2018

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Submitted: September 17, 2018



They don’t mention all the bugs lurking in there. 

Within a house, they’ll hail immaculate walls— 

Verminous souls contaminate the air. 


Could our eyelids learn to sense what’s not declared 

By plumped up lips, distracting for their cause— 

They don’t mention that the bugs sleep with them there. 


Life deemed concrete too light a thing to bear 

For thieving hands in pretty dwelling-halls— 

Verminous souls contaminate their air. 


Dark shadows they all pass by, unaware, 

Are surreptitious insect-laden palls— 

They won’t mention that the bugs are everywhere. 


Something lives off death’s inaudible prayer, 

And overstays its welcome at funerals— 

Verminous souls that congregate in air. 


A pocketless God drops seeds to help prepare 

The farmer’s harvest as pests begin to crawl— 

They can’t mention that the bugs are under there— 

Verminous souls do cultivate such air! 

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