Glen Martin Fitch
It doesn't have to be
a germ at wait.
my body thinks is strange,
I inhaled or touched or ate
my body starts to change.
My skin grows hot or cold.
I sweat or shake.
becomes too heavy for my spine.
My muscles cramp and ache.
for what may really be benign.
I marvel at
each ready white blood cell.
I'd give them
shiny metals to parade.
They're on patrol
for agents to dispel,
defend me well
and seek to be of aid.
We must maintain the best defense
and yet our fear
might be more harmful
than the threat.
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