As I walk through the threshold 

I am assaulted by the sight 

.

.

The smells pummel through me 

The energy as dark as night 

.

.

Screams heard from every corner 

Howls of despair 

the wailing of fear 

.

.

A man crying over limbs

that should still be there 

.

.

A woman succumbing to the 

Fevers that took her 

.

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The God made Angels 

Frantically trying to do better 

.

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The Calibanesque  picture before me 

Grotesque 

Mutilated 

Disfigured 

.

.

Is a vision that I would never have been

able to manufacture