The Organism

Rooting for it gets
A bit like rooting
For a winning team,

A side in a war
Well out of control.
You can imagine

Fairly plausible
Scenarios where
It survives setbacks,

Where it recovers
And things turn around.
The organism

Scarred but still living
After near misses,
But you know you’re not

Making that happen,
Any more than you
Create the comeback,

Snatch the victory,
Terrified rabbit,
From the slavering

Jaws of hot defeat.
You can imagine
Living and winning

High in your cheap seats,
But the outcome turns
On nothing you think.