Best Mutate Poems

The savage wind whips the giant stone peeling it layer after layer until it becomes
A shinning pebble. The stone is my shield. It protects me from the blinding light and
The curse of the solar winds.... I am a mutate without appendage. I wiggle I squirm;
I...

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When a vaccine for
Covid-19 has been made,
Would the time it took
Have allowed covid
To mutate beyond its now…
The vaccine useless?

Will we be ready
To go at it again to
Make a new vaccine?

W.C.Hull © 2020-12-4-H1427-
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MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
We dance, mutate and celebrate: another perfect host. 
The old make easy prey, we watch them gasp
and slip away.  And our kind are not averse 

to the odd doctor or nurse, regardless of their ages.   
But while the populace weeps and...

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