Thoughts on Coronavirus
By: Stuart McFarlane
About The Poem
Bacteria, they say, are alive.
Coronavirus, they say, is alive
and, yet, not alive.
Its only purpose on this Earth
is to replicate itself as fast
as it can.
It’s so small it almost isn’t there.
And, yet, it’s there. It’s everywhere.
Its very smallness is its strength.
It manifests a fierce impulse
to survive. And to survive,
Yet, it doesn’t know it kills.
It doesn’t know it doesn’t know.
It doesn’t know it doesn’t know
It doesn’t know.
Deep down, deep inside our body cells,
It wages sub-atomic warfare;
its murderous motivation unfathomable.
A million more – it doesn’t care.
It doesn’t care it doesn’t care.
It doesn’t care it doesn’t care
It doesn’t care.
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