Member Poem

As an African style haze,
descended upon the morning,
I wondered aloud about my safety,
the  buzz overhead was,
a menacing reminder notice,
of a different environment,
closing one's eyes to danger,
is for the foolhardy,
except for those with,
an innate death wish.
insect airborne terror force,
with penetrating bite that,
saps the juice of life,
parasitic  combat unit,
in full protective colouring.
profuse sweat caused by,
wingless monsters a law,
unto their very  own selves,
parched tract so vast,
it could thwart even,
the stoutest Olympic spirit,
nearest forest  a green tangled prison,
where the fugitive is held captive,
by wayward wild life,
death row detainee seeking,
refuge in a  quicksand metaphor