What if Life...
Scotland, in ancient lands and places, a question about life is asked and answered . . .
What if life is a virus?
What if life
actually IS just another virus,
a big one?
Look at the ruins
of an old
stone building,
the roof gone
the window glass
long gone,
only the walls
still partially there,
crumbling,
stones and dried-up
mortar
lying in dusty
heaps on what was once
the floor.
And
now notice the green,
weeds of various
sizes and shapes,
some looking like
long grass,
vine maple,
and nettles
ferns
and scraggly
withered
twig-looking shit
poking up and in
through
walls and gaping doorways
like a plague of life:
uncontrolled,
riotous,
oblivious
to this place
where once human hands
built dreams,
whether a home for
hearth and fireplace
or a small factory
for widget building,
whatever this structure’s
one time purpose,
someone once worked hard at it
anxious to get it built.
It’s all lost now,
lost forever
to the viral infection
we’ve named, ‘life’.
