Unliving

Of course! Of course the virus is both unliving and alive
The corpse that was osiris is reassembled and revived
Alone, in isolation: A spell unspoke, a word unread
In flesh, in populations: Revitalized to spawn again

Spirit waning, color draining
Suddenly locked inside a tomb and suffocating
Watching clocks and x-ing boxes
Waiting to shed your self-control and get intoxicated

Dormant king restored to sing
Songs of hope for dying things

As slaves to our seclusion
The months are yawning into years
This dust only resembling life
A formula for hopes and fears

In each of us osiris rises to sire his revenge
A plague infecting paradise
An incantation of the end