A convention center in Wuhan, China, converted into a temporary hospital, Feb. 6, 2020.
Reading Brendan’s essay about how things with the weather are speeding up and getting stronger, along with the photo he used showing the beds lining up in a convention center turned hospital in Wuhan, China for the viral epidemic going on, an image flashed into my mind, where I wondered what it would be like to see our Mother Gaia from outside of our atmosphere. What would I see? Then I asked myself, who would “I” be; from whose character should I view our struggling mother? I chose to write from the perspective of a sentient virus. Size and form aren’t relevant; effect is.
In my viral cocoon, rolling gently in her grip, I watch her.
Clinical assessment written in final page of the logbook:
“Skin abraded in splotches,
Blues spawned grey fringes
Large patches of denuded skin
Distressed, with quick shallow respiration
She trembles, consumed with fever
Homeostasis gone a-kilter
She’s gasping her last.”
Why have I done this?
Compelled, with and without reason,
On a mission of total annihilation
Encoded with anti-circles
In a circular home.
Bestower’s failed experiment.
Stowaway riding a missionless satellite
(Cable TV on permanent hiatus.)
Impervious to no atmosphere;
Ready to spring whenever.
A microscopic Trojan Horse,
Rocking to Armageddon’s lullaby.
Brendan is the host of Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend. Brendan says:
Share a poem, short or long, new or old.