Poem: Host

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Outside I sensed you, 
just a little warmth in the wind, 
perhaps a whisper of something said 
in a distant age - your rage against time. 

You are all around us some say, 
looking for a host, a creed 
I won't subscribe to 
in my antediluvian mind

copyright Francis Barker 2020