The legends of my rivers
The Piave was mumbling 
in a calm and peaceful way  
to the soldiers crossing
on the 24th of May.
The army was marching 
to reach the frontier
and make against the enemy
a barrier.
The Thames was shimmering
in a greenish shade of grey
as three students were enjoying  
London on a sunny day. 
Sparse clusters of people  
cluttering the streets 
were reachable cathedrals  
to the eyes of viral fleets.
The Po was whispering  
in a state of posh decay
to some friends reminiscing
as the virus went away.
“Leave the world outside unspoiled
from the influence of the men”
said the river with sarcasm
as men polluted it again.
The Cam was hissing
gently by the Bridge of Sighs
as some scholars were discussing 
on the origin of life. 
If there is no shared ancestor
between a virus and its host,
who is the alien impostor
that evolved to gain control ?