In the queue at the cafe at first nobody noticed the tall man with the odd pallor But they soon did to their regret! The Foureyed Poet.

Those in the queue never noticed the tall man

just didn’t seem to fit in!

An odd Pallor covering his hands and face

shuffling along the line.

Occasionally coughing in the small busy cafe.

sprays the virus every way!

Each of the customers looked uncomfortable

at this man’s demeanor.

Started moving away as he stuttered his words

asking for a latte coffee.

Picking up the take away cup visibly shaking

his skin then flaking!

Nobody wanted to get near to this sick being

a rising panic set in!

Began to violently heave unable to breathe

others began to feel unwell!

Suddenly shook and fell knocking over a chair

everybody could only stare!

One staff member called for an ambulance

but each stayed clear.

More began to show the same symptoms

knowing it was serious.

Some virulent type of contagious disease

a thought magnifying the unease!

Before the girl could put down the telephone

this man suddenly got up!

Snarling and foaming from his wretched mouth

ripping at the throat.

From a hysterical woman still in the queue

and began to chew!

The rest in turn collapsed and rose the same way

the emergency services came.

With scientist in special suites sealing the doors

they knew what was going on!

A virus from a facility leaked into the atmosphere

untested that was clear!

Had it been an accident or an act of sabotage

no antidote had been perfected.

The scientific experts taking the risks too far

an experiment out of hand!

Creating a new weapon for the military machine

the consequences not foreseen!

The virus continues unabated through society!

The Foureyed Poet.

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