Friday, 12 December 2014

The Demise of HIV

Word is, the demise of HIV                                         
May come sooner than believed                             

Its knack to disguise and adapt                 
The undoing, its fatal crack                                         

This would have come someday                              
So they say, I guess time flies                                    

Not for those who die of course                              
But for the larger pie                                     

To be clear and not lie, I thought                              
It was gone for all we hear                                          

Till last Mass it came time to pass                             
The basket to a visiting priest                    

Who to my surprise preached HIV                           
Was fully alive and seemed well                               

He runs a clinic and he tries                                        
But needs help so he brought a guy                       

Who was thankful, even despite                             
Having gotten the disease,                                         

That people care, God’s aware                 
And please, please keep it coming                          

Father must have spies and know                           
It’s evolved, no need to cry                                        

Less deadly as time goes by                                       
So just wait, tempt fate                                               

Too late HIV, you missed us                                       
We’re gone, we have moved on                                              

But why if Father’s so wise                                         
Doesn’t he recognize                                    

It’s almost done, nearly won                     
Just keep me apprised

HIV's ability to cause AIDS is weakening over time, study finds                                  

E R Olsen writes poetry and practices law in Nevada, where he and his wife raised their four children. His poems have appeared in several U.S. journals and magazines, including the Naugatuck River Review.