Foreboding echo pinging
raindrops on the leaking roof
reminder of Amazonian forests, logging
giving back sapiens non-care
Earth has spoken
wet markets dripping blood onto snakes
shedding skin not out of love
the petrie dish fills
with disease from invaded
biodiverse loss as
humans transmit fear
no spooning hugs in the night.
Many Chinese whispers arrive unwrapped
No silver lining box of all-sorts
Zika, Sars, Mers, , Ebola,and Coronas
of many sizes, mutate evolve unshackle
and ponder the spiteful opportunity
pummelled, thrash recoiled,
like raging gremlins out of Hades hosts
for to-nights, dinner show.
Wow that is powerful Margaret
Thanks, Veronica. It is an angry response to where we find ourselves.
A mighty nod to the times that we find ourselves in.
I found this poem slightly disconcerting, disturbing in its peaceful undertones yet sinister at the same time. It was as though it was progressively taking over and possessing me.