Infestors, Unbidden Harvesters

Infestors in our lives abound In our pleasure, our leisure, our treasure Found on the ground our feet pound In the illusion seizure and amnesia We grow when blows Whip us at the core of our faith When sorrow throws With fast breath On our neck they breathe Our bliss to steal In their seethe Of anger they deal With a smile on the face They show and draw In depth and on the surface In each claw bereft of law In your flesh they sink With rolling eyes To blink, wink and clink In the pyres, in the fires They light without a fight Giggling, wriggling As their grip grows tight with every bite Infestors sting in their bling, on their wing as to your sorrow they cling.