Rain slicked streets that pass for architecture
Waving final sallys past buildings
Where ants make homes,
Cast spells
And conquer other paper castles
Moving air against other carriers
Of disease that only mutates
Making less of men and more of
Air . . .
We are fighting strongholds
For the right to breathe
And nothing remains
Except the strange
Silent
Sound
Of death
Where those who came before us
Once walked