Disease

The Old Child
bandages a few cuts
on his thigh
before a grenade
detonates
in his guts
He places his hands
over the gushing hole
as He saunters
across concrete
forest
plains
ice
and ash
while His injuries
trail behind him
like a lost
child
When He finally reaches
the desert
He is reduced to a
glacial crawl
a highway of blood
stretched for miles
behind Him
Before He dies
a serpent slithers
across His outstretched
stained hands
and wraps itself
around The Old Child's
chest
gives Him the deepest kiss
He ever knew
and whispered
"Fate Is God"