Viral

The seed is planted

needing life, to live itself

and we readily comply

offering ourselves as hosts.

In a blink of time we

have given birth to a thought,

lit an uncontrollable fire, watching

Pandora’s nanosecond of madness, 

reap celebration or despair,

both unwittingly fan the flames.

We might scatter and carry the seed

spreading its bounteous harvest, or

seek true redemption with stoicism

refusing to recognise the zeitgeist,

choosing to maintain the faith.

Infant prophets have been ignored before

cultists too, messiahs shunned, so we

play pass the parcel

and keep the music loud,

before another record falls.

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Graham Sherwood 02/2020