nothin Virus Has A Last Word | New Haven Independent

Virus Has A Last Word

Thank you, Allan, for all your poems

We of course, unlike you, already know

That we never ever operate alone

One of us singly never attaches to your cell walls

All bloated with ego and in achievement’s thrall

Only in groups of tens, of hundreds that you call loads

Do we bounce along your airy roads

So that when one of us locates a sinus or lung

And gets to where it truly belongs

It’s always in full view of others who by consent

Applaud the other’s great viral style and ascent

Without any poetry that’s how it’s done

Been that way for millenniums

So we really don’t need your poems or press

All your struggling to divine and to guess

At our meaning, our purpose, at why we came

Allan, and the rest of you, that’s a hundred percent your game

Still, it’s nice to know you think so much on us, that some of you care

Please carry on while you still can breathe your air.

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