The Epidemic

Poem 27 ±

An erasure poem based on Ports of the Sun by Eleanor Early.

The graves are a tangle of rust and tattered leaves. There are gay guests. "Your Health." "My Health." Sounds something like possession. They abandon the place. The first to die in horrible agony was too much for the rest, and they were rather worried.

"You see," he said, "we know what an invasion is like."

Korbin Jones is a senior at Northwest Missouri State University double majoring in Spanish and Writing with an emphasis in Creative Writing and Publishing and minoring in Art.