It didn’t care about who you were or

Where you had been or how you were going

To get there. It was in no hurry to

Get where it was going as long as it

Got there all right, unsafely lodged in lungs

And other tissue of the body, no

Problem waiting, it could wait for the end

Or it could make you as sick as they come

Without any problem on its part, and

It didn’t care if the stakes were high, life

And death, that’s what it lived to do to us,

Take us from life towards death, singing to

Us as it squeezed the breath out of each one

Of us, one by one or in groups that once

We all gathered in before the virus

Decided that it would lay each one low.