Origins Of Our Downfall

beneath the wreckage 
I am here
down amongst the fabric
I disappear,
deep below the Atlantic
I place my fear 
never to be woken again,
the passing tides above me
have broken my oaring free 
10.000 miles below
I seek sanctuary,
the shape I hold
has been battered 
beyond degree,
my body
riddled with
acute anxiety 

the darkest days 
are far above,
looming legions
of a far greater disease 
wait silently, 
I can’t pinpoint its
exact location,
or its method of 
application,
a scratch on the skin
during vaccination,
or transmitted by air
through the slightest
sneeze, the origins of
our downfall
is beggars belief