Plague

Anywhere the wind blows.

Blood drips from my mouth and nose.

My nails have fallen off my toes.

This new disease really blows.

The sickness blew into town.

Folks pooh poohed it as some sort of minor thing going around.

Now the streets are silent, nothing makes a sound.

I spy with my good eye filthy grey rags floating in the sky.

With my last breaths I'll say goodbye.

Kudos.