Rotting Sickness (A Dime A Dozen)
smokey river, grey
poisoned leeches shudders black
the beast of decay
stagnant waters breeding death
cry of Madness echoes forth
This tanka poem was inspired by J.R.R Tolkien’s sickly description of the Dead Marshes.
“Here nothing lived, not even the leprous growths that feed on rottenness. The gasping pools were choked with ash and crawling muds, sickly white and grey, as if the mountains had vomited the filth of their entrails upon the lands about.”