Squirming and writhing in unthinking hordes
That cannot be dented with bullets or swords;
They’ll find us and kill us and shred our remains,
They’re after our bodies and after our brains.
They’ll mess with our minds worse than Dali or Escher,
Our stomachs will turn and our bowels feel the pressure,
I sense in my gut that they’re here in the flesh –
Escherichia coli !
I feel a little bit guilty about the last line, as apparently the stresses should fall on the RIC and the CO, whereas I would prefer them to fall on the I and the LI (that is, the next sallybles along). But honestly, whoever actually ever says the name in full anyway ? So I reckon my stresses are every bit as valid.
E. coli, incidentally, is a natural part of our gut bacteria without which we would probably be dead. That is, until it turns bad…