Siris the Virus: poems about life by Richard Ebner
Siris the Virus
Was I created by god—sent here by god,
given the power to choose;
Who lives,
Who dies?
Did your god—make me,
or was it another;
A false one,
Another son?
As you gather—in the house of incubation,
you call church;
Are you looking for a sign,
Is it perhaps your time?
Why do some—deny the truth,
standing too close;
Pass me on,
And be gone?
Do you fear—fear no evil,
as you bow praying;
Am I listening,
And do I care?
Why do I visit some—without a trace,
no fever or coughing;
While others struggle breathing,
And more keep leaving.
Do I have some grand plan—an agenda,
trying to choose;
Will it be you,
Or some other?
Tiny as I am—am I a microorganism,
a living entity;
Making babies,
A living thing?
I am Siris the virus—as one poet named me,
but scientists call me COVID19;
I don’t make babies,
And I can’t exist without you.
Avoid me!
Stay home!.
author/ writer/ of poems about life
by: Richard Sonny Boy Ebner