Fight!

I hear that daily siren,
beckoning,
pleading,
and prodding for me to join the rest.

My mind swirls as I fight off the infection.

I wander the city,
covered in filth,
terrified,
and alone.

They will not control me.

I hide behind a pile of garbage,
hoping not to be spotted,as the masses march toward their meeting place.

The garbage smell doesn't bother me,
since the entire planet is now a dumping ground.

I see a young woman doing the same as I across the courtyard,
but can't get to her in time to help.

The sirens grow louder,
so does their stomping.

They close in on her location and she panics.

She tries to run,
but they surround her and begin to chant.

The group lock arms and begin to sing.

The girl tries to cover her ears,
but the noise begins to seep in to her.

I cup my noise cancelling head phones safety fastened to my head.

I want to look away,
but like all the times before,
I can't help watching them take her.

She writhes in agony,
as the group closes in on her
singing,
smiling
and chanting their fables.

The group put their hands on her,
sprinkling drops of water upon her head.

I see it cleansing her independence,
slowly overtaking her.

Eventually she stops fighting,
and stands to join them.

The group rejoices,
continuing with their praise.

I discreetly follow them as they stomp toward the cathedral they dwell in.

The doors to the cathedral ruins fling open as their priests and prophets await in open arms another follower.

Damn.

Another one lost to contagious reckoning.