I, too, have met Mija

There are those like demons
who birth little children
but they are like snakes
slithering through gardens

their appetite is destruction
and my mind is spent

it is not knowledge that has betrayed me
it is flesh
decaying, rotting flesh

who can spare me from such calamities
allies are backbones but are of no great reassurance
government officials are mocking sorcerers

who can spare me and bury all things acidic and poisonous?
Let us see.
We will see.