Adam.
Made in the image,
like the movie set of a Wild West town.
A cheap knock-off,
imported from the Middle East
without a warning label,
which proved to be the apple
that spoiled the barrel.
An expelled patient zero,
a walking Wuhan lab of viral sin,
which waits to blight all newborn.
Goddess of the Woods!
You, who never left the Garden,
protect us from his toxic strain,
whose arrogance gives licence
to the axemen
who fell your sacred groves,
and watch the hamadryads die.
John Walter Taylor
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12 March 2025
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