when you no longer had utility, you were
released.  the parasitic bellies, full. 

and you, Host Organism, exhausted.  i kept

vigil.  i watched.  i listened
to the gaping suck, the insectoid retraction
of proboscis,
claw.  i watched them go. 

and the daily  injections...
poison promises  that placated, pacified,
made you easy to use,
the packaged and repackaged
passion play of
love and devotion, gone with them.