Fungus Turning a Tarantula Into a Zombie
Courtesy the University of Melbourne
Fungus
There is a fungus among us,
and it is growing very fat.
hidden in the cracks of memory,
I wouldn't go so far as that.
Favorite food of cicadas,
it grows amid the quacks.
Niches left unforgotten,
by self-respecting hacks.
It calcifies old brain cells,
leaves no distinguishing marks.
But infiltrates innermost senses,
blocking forward while it parks.
Into the minds of many,
remembering Semper Fi.
Forgetting what was lost,
on that adrenaline high.
A long forgotten belief,
in the strong over the weak,
survival of the wealthy,
to hell with the meek.
Beware the fungus among us,
we must reverse its course,
Unless we wish backward thinking,
is a way to end this verse.
Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull
6/3/21
You can read and print this poem my website here.
Imaginatively written...
a lesson for us all!
Fee
relatives avoiding a family dinner because one or more of us does not relieve as one or more of us believes...
Longtime friends avoiding each other .
I'm white so I must be a raciest.
You're black so you might want to harm me.
The fungus is growing within the pores and cells of our brains.
I am so sick and tired of the sexist, racist bullshit that is growing as a rotten fungus within our mortal existence.
Mark