Draft poem - It should be quiet!

By maisie

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!"