E.G.'s NaPoWriMo Entry for 4/7

BLOGPOEM AS MEME, OR
BLOGPOEM AFTER DANIEL DENNETT


If it really wanted to get through to you
this poem would do better as an ant virus,
with DNA designed to make the ant think
I've fucking got to climb that grass blade,
thereby facilitating its being eaten by
a grazing cow. Because the virus wants
to be inside the cow. Or thinks it does—
but actually it's my virus in the virus
that makes it think that. My virus
is waiting for you to eat the cow.
That would be a great poem, because
while it was doing that I could, you know,
have a beer or work on my frittata skills,
or write the virus poem instead of
the poem about it.