Aids Bequest
The proffered note we knew he could not spare Beside the candle shrine of last request. With plead entreating eyes and earnest stare We knew we had to grant his last bequest. He stood between extinction and despair Where frightened shadows frittered on the fringe, Despised, in Pyrrhic pleasure that ensnared Contaminated love and shared syringe. A blighted virus with capricious guile Emasculated nature's immune role, The changeling stalked each loved one with death's smile The nuclear desecration of the soul. With devastated, deprofundal cry He prayed to God to save his wife and child.