Poem: The Battle

3d antikörper gegen virusWhile outwardly appearing as serene and placid

as a Minnesota lake at dawn, before the first fisherman

has revved his outboard motor,

inwardly the armies rage, warring viciously,

like Macedonians conquering Persia — like

imperialist sophisticates showing dark-skinned peoples

what’s best.

The body functions, yes, by all appearances it does, beautifully, and with an efficiency

that would please Henry Ford.

But the hidden truth, known only to those who suffer,

is too violent to assess.

The good will win, we hope (and sometimes pray).

But in the interregnum, the worry persists that this innocuous cough,

this nasal drip, this nagging pain,

will be the last.

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