Viral Attack

Almost a week now and the little flu blighters are still aggressive. They are attacking my head, nose, mouth, lungs, airtube, stomach and arse. Been unable to attend work.

Came across some ancient attempts by myself at wordery (cos it ain't poetry), when it's online I shall dump the paper version:

The tree...it fell in the wind

The wind...was oh so wild

Wild...is the way of man

Man...whom not God could control

Alone...feared by all

The animals...too stupid, they die

Death...So oft misrepresented

A Servant for those who come.

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The Road is strewn with flowers

The tears of a nation that mourns

The Sun is the only thing smiling

Perhaps it knows where she's gone

The procession is immaculately attired

The silver burnished like chrome

The disabled are certainly able

to fulfil a role that is their own.

The air is a hotbed of emotion

A rain forest of people

The cause...the only sound to be heard.

_________ Obviously a Diana moment _________

The Sun, whose daughter is the wind

Whose father, long since dead

In a picque of uncontrollable rage

did commit suicide having witnessed

the last child die - killed by

her own children.

The children playing with the

life force of their grandparent!

The wind blows hot as again

history comes full circle

Another child stumbles forward

is touched by the wind

Stumbles no more, falls, and dies.

The wind whistles silently through

unrecognisable unnatural structures

It makes no sound

For nothing is left to hear it.

The sun, whose daughter is the wind

begins to mourn the death of it's mother

Elsewhere, life trys again

Another father watchs anxiously.