The invisible is shaping
us, is shaking us whole,
is shutting us down as it
always has done, and ever
will, as terminal flesh and blood.
We think that we are above
the force unseen, as conquerors
of nature, but we are creatures
still, beholden to its stealthy power.
The invisible has memory
back to the roots of a species
marching out in social packs
that were the strategy of survival
and also the silent source of death.
The invisible had come among
us as quiet as a cat waiting
for its prey—and pounce it will,
for this is evolution on display.