HE IS PERHAPS DESCENDED FROM A LONG LINE OF MONSTERS

so the one who touched him  
had been touched by another  
and that one too  

and that one too  
 
and their evil passed  
one to the next  
 
and no one to touch  
and no where left  
to be  
or do  
because to touch  
is poison  
 
and to do  
is evil  
 
and those roots  
twist  
vertebrae to  
vertebrae  
and cell to cell  
and there are no  
guarantees  
that what lays  
dormant  
will not rise  
again  
 
and prison  
or death  
is all that’s left