Mimivirus merchants
Denizens of a shadow world
No more alive than dead
But ever-present: indestructible;
Mammoth replication machines
Identical with
The product they peddle
And fix now to that flat surface:
The old message, in all its ancient purity
In search of a new host’s messenger RNA
To sell again the untainted dream …
Mindful always of the most recent betrayal
Of those who now stride the corridors of power
And must be brought down …
…
I saw them at close of day …