The Disease Ending

Every segment has succumbed to the disease
Vulgaris
A life long benediction
How do others ignore? They do it out of pity

If pain was not fear
The trees would be hanging
And red would be ever present
In their furtive limbs

I thought it was impossible before
Now I beat underneath quenched covers
Boil and arose oil unwittingly
Vulgar

I will never cross an ocean.