Domestos rivers snake
Take route through
Rows of poisonous roots
At whose centre is a lake
Of lamp oil and snake venom
The vellum on which the poison bible developed
Is tinged with hellsent emetics, diuretics, and genetic
Excretics which’ll turn a helix to pathetic dregs
Cultures of gas-pumping fruits in art class clusters
Rills of ground-up pills swilling haunted by reflected amaryllis
Drink a bottle of ethylene glycol if you want a holiday here
Every leaf redoubt for some terrible species
Nothing aloof about these brown recluse spiders
They don’t hide in shoes or wait for you to pooh
They come fangs bared when you’re lying in bed scared
This land is their lair, here you’re no laird.
Alchemisland 
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