A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
it swept up in its camouflage of white noise
one strident proclaiming step at a time
its knee-jerk shoot-from-the-hip scatter-gun playing loose with facts
short-attention-span sprays provoking dismissal
though not without qualms.
Danger often lies like an unsprung trap
heedless of its quarry.
Not Marburg or Ebola or Hantavirus
not bird flu or Lassa virus or Junin virus
not Crimea-Congo fever virus or Machupo or Kyasanur Forest virus
not Dengue fever or Zika
but just as complex, just as unsubtle.
I have encountered it before:
when it was more constrained
skulking around in backwaters
before it ratcheted up its virulence.
It comes now
morphing by the moment
caught up in its withering sweep
its rapid-fire fling of complaints and accusations
its hunger for attention
its frenzied neediness.
Smallness has such a big mouth
such an endless appetite
so much trouble digesting
and still it wants
it wants to eat us all.
Copyright 2017 David Ades