Salmonella on a Saturday Night
~ by Carl Josehart

Salmonella on a Saturday night
and I have feeling that this night will never turn out right
tainted meat
like tainted love
sickens my soul
seizes my heart
strangles my intestines
and dehydrates my spirit

I retch from despair
trying to vomit the enemy
ingested along with nourishment
danger hidden inside the Trojan horse

Salmonella spreads through the touch
of unwashed hands
from infected flesh
to waiting host

Fear spreads the touch
of unchallenged ignorance
from infected minds
to vulnerable host

Comfort spreads through the touch
of unchecked empathy
from open hearts
to exiled host

Salmonella on a Saturday night
and I pray to God that this long night will turn out right
unselfish acts
like unselfish love
heals the soul
frees the heart
unlocks the intestines
and nourishes the spirit

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