Tiny, known, not seen, now a shape on glass called slide.
Light so clear, eyes so close, to watch.
Split, now two, split again, eyes watch and call a name.
So I am Virus, but wait, we are all of that, yet I am me.
Now more is said the eyes again as a voice of power calls a name.
Covid, yes Covid, I could well be that but more is said, I’m Nineteen.
Sulk, seclusion, isolation, two weeks at home when flu is free to roam.