Poetry The Parasite Pities Its Host October 1, 2019 October 4, 2019 Don’t forget, it croons, We’re in this together. Don’t you think I suffer too? Someday I will kill you, it’s true, But then I die too, brother, So I feel for you. I do. Skyworms, or The Man Who Disproved Sleep Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and site URL in my browser for next time I post a comment.