Is it cruel when
life does what it does
As if to you
It’s only what its genomes do
Killing friends you thought that you
might just predecease
Infecting the most virtuous
ignoring all the worst of us
Who thrive
to spite
All Bibles’ threats
of pox
And your school’s best genius,
the one born streets ahead of us
Life swipes
cuts through
A child who survived
a Life
Split
in two.
Cherry Coombe 