Only really come to prominence
When they cause problems.
In the background,
Flora within the fauna,
Most of us can ignore their existence.
The shape, colour, size or prettiness
The wallflowers of miniature.
Perhaps a moment
of mutant madness
This, then, is when the white blood cells are summoned.
‘Hey guys, we have some trouble-makers, down in the gut, go and sort them out!’
Says the spleen or marrow or lymphatics;
A forward force of neutrophils and macrophages
If able to neutralise the new guys
all is well
We revert to
Continue as before
‘those guys aren’t for giving-in
They are determined to change the landscape’
Send the forces
of our immunity,
to the upstarts!
You try to change
& your considered
Is what goes;
The tradition that has failed us is the tradition that we want.
Nothing else will do.
Better to fail in a failed system than to undertake an experiment with the same outcome.
Get back in line!
I, we, can diminish you.
I appreciate you’re already only a couple of microns,
With my manipulation,
I can make ye smaller;
Progress can’t be halted.
They call me,
I try to build myself up, try my best to reach a point where all things are equal,
the final carrier pigeon.
That was an occasion to celebrate.