In Flew ENZA
WHO had not erred,
its warnings stand,
world governments well knew
sick trick preferred -
few understand -
my species' hops on cue.
Immune award
men must demand
alerts, surveillance too,
coherent chord,
strong words not bland,
sought global overview.
Some ranted, roared,
some risks ignored
in/on_ward health askew,
converge toward
win/win reward
new antibody clue.
Drugs undeterred,
injections canned,
from man to man we flew,
ants may record
Man by the board
like flies dropped, captain, crew.
Genes undeterred,
knocked men deadpanned,
few safe from my stock true;
chromosomes blurred,
nor token stand
so few shall make, 'tis true.
I'm core warlord
of ten thousand
which multiplies by two
upon my word
whenever sand
ticks nanosecond through.
I am true Word
to a viral band
dividing yet anew;
where’er I stirred
in gut or gland,
grief spreads – to each his due.
Few could afford -
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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