Life Actually

Is everywhere,
Always winning
Against itself.

When the bad thing,
The feared thing,
The sickness has struck,

Greater frenzies
Of containment
Take up dancing,

And the bad thing
Was living want,
Invisible,

And the sick thing
Is suffering
To stop more bad

Invisible
Lives devouring
It completely,

And where, briefly,
You could stop life
Dead in the blood

With one kill shot,
Penicillin,
The rituals

Grow desperate
Again, swabs, swipes,
Fortnight treatments

Of hybrid drugs
Used in tandem,
Trying to beat

Back death, which is
Life on the march,
Wanting, winning.