To cut the throat
Of the virus that branches
It's spider finger tips
*******, cutting, and licking venom
To spread turn blood to **** and stomach bile
In your veins
Until it kisses your brain
Unfolding and cursing
Over and again

To remove the dust from the window sill
And push open to glass
To a warm summers night
Air thick enough to fill your ears
To slip past the lips
Expand and fill
The holes of your airways
But coming as a whisper of the soothsayer
To take you to the deep velvet river banks
Turning your flesh to sand
Matter recycled
To turn to earth and trees
That become a part of the cycle
Misery and Majesty
Matter and antimatter