The invisible

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.