Draft poem - It should be quiet!
Tue, 06 Mar 2018
It would be quiet....
Except for the electronic hiss...
that preludes the odd job Gods in.
A virus collage in a corner blooms -
Life caught in spiral, violet blue.
So intense: this memory -
it hits the senses, a drug
we cannot escape
and never take.
The Gods become less involved
move on, and in our turn we violate
Separate, become the Moon.
Pock marked by events larger
than asked for. The virus, seeds
sets out to destroy all human life.
Why should we destroy -
to steal a phrase... "the entirely beautiful!"