Virus P.O.V.: A Sonnet

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Virus P.O.V.

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

The blood and brain barrier I have crossed,
And with myriad copies of my form,
Each a different and snaking pathway storm,
As to the body’s far points I am tossed.
With a feeble and shaking face I curse,
Mouth made to drool, and a smell not unlike
Diseased flesh of cows rotting on …