Virus
She thrives in air pockets
In long windless corridors
Beneath moss mattresses
In graveyards and gardens
She is a survivor
Maybe
She takes no prisoners
Ever
She is always hungry and
Get this
She scavenges and probes
Deep
Within the foramen of
Discarded bones
And those of the living
Always present
Never proud
She is the gas attack
On your private subway
The constant
Drip drip drip in your
Personal cellar
She is everywhere and
Mark my words
Therein a deadly army grows
Each day
Countless prayers
Are wasted on her and
Who knows
How many tears are shed
In her several names