VIRUS

VIRUS

A Poem by Vol

The infection must have begun

to manifest when I was only three.

Standing on the foot of my bed

"Thou shalt love the Lord thy God

with all thy heart, with all thy soul,

and with all thy mind."

Mom smiled and stuck a gold star

next to the blue, red and green ones

on the hand-made chart she had

taped to the wall. That was the first

I remember earning and the last,

but it was already too late

I was terminal.


Maybe it’s genetic.

My Marine Corps father had trampled

some grapes of wrath on Iwo Jima,

a blond god at six-two he spent thirty

plus days in hell bringing salvation with

a carbine and telephone wire before he

took ill from something Mama said.


He probably would have even graduated

Bible College if he hadn’t made a little

more vintage on the chin of that self-righteous

dean of men and run off to marry my

elfin angel mom.


It must be genetic, both their parents had the

disease, pastoring holy-roller churches for years,

spread the word,

spread the disease,

they thought.


Dad had grown up fighting the poison

every way he knew, alcohol, tobacco, women,

and his fists to no avail. He lost the battle before

he even knew it was on.

So he too spread the word

spread the disease.


What chance did I have

standing in his bright shadow?

"For God so loved the world that

He gave his only begotten Son"

to infect us all despite the

vaccinations of

Baptists,

Catholics,

Presbyterians,

Pentecostals,

and the rest

who have forgotten

that the yoke of this disease

is easy, and the burden is light:

Love God,

Love your neighbor,

and that’s all,

a sweet virus.

I’m terminal.

© 2025 Vol


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I had the virus, too, until I started reading writers like Bart Ehrman. If the Garden of Eden story is mythical, what is it JC is supposed to save us from?

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All we need is love
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That was a beautiful rendition.
Smooches.

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Vol
Vol

Gouge Eye, TX



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My name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..

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