Vita Nova

It lurks around us
spinneret jets flying to the dying
spun by blades in windy
gusts of universe

mixing it up
between the sum of us––the faithful
the faithless, the reds the blues
hues don’t matter to

the nano strands
of the micro-world
multiplying within us
without us

boring 
helix by helix
zipper by zipper 
fanning organelles
to hyper-energetic destruction

through the nostrils, the maw
into lungs where self-
immolation and explosion
collapse alveoli
into ground glass graves

Appeared in La Presa