Somewhere in Central America there has been another instance virally of an epidemic to have infected almost anywhere, everywhere,

...with indiscriminate a form of vehemence against incalculably numberless victims;

...as genetically modified a ruthlessness of pathogen to know no borders and no known vaccine, as respecter neither of religion.

Once the measles bug to have undergone transmutation as a cure for cancer,

...it has undergone unpredicted a variance into when by having become something else again,

...that, when infected with,

...transmutates human victims also into something else again.

A convoy of lorries pushes through the dense jungle,

...arriving at the camp had into where as watched from, covertly by two children.

The trucks take then to splay out, into their parking across from the Romney huts, by when their gasping a wheeze of brakes into so about doing.

Masked men in black,

...as if with long into as accomplished a stealth...

...that is gone acted out as if to the manor born a few,

...disembark by tumbling out from the backs of the lorries, to take up together a practised precision of position.

Lining up their firearms, as signalmen into aiming,

...without a word between them that would be lost anyway in so disquieting a hail of gunfire,

...they shoot the medics and their attendants down in cold blood,

...one by one,

...to leave no survivors as stones unturned.

An incendiary device is primed to be thrown over,

...into joining the mêlée that ignites as if fuelled from the bowels of hell.

Nothing is as had where left to chance into when later for doctors of prescribed a faith to proclaim a work undone.

The trucks leave again for another destination on maps that go looked into, through sullied a fog of war,

...while this spot on a map that had where once to have lived, nowgone annulled forever as having never existed, becomes a blur ofsmoke and of fire and of carboniferous foliage had with abandoninto being alighted over by insatiable and avaricious a hunger.

The children look on, aghast with horror, at what the fires have left as charred embers that can still almost be recognised,

...when had moved by the flames to, as if yet horribly alive,

...into what went earlier when had as living humans that, now, as awful an apparition had beheld in the mirror,

...has all of the looks after,

...to go symptomatic with being transmuted alive...

...when as virally a doffed mask...

...into a revealing apocalyptically when, of something else again.

Than death, which would be a release, the cycle unremittingly continues unabated.