DIC

 They said DIC, as it grew in strength, and grew again,

Slowly , tenaciously , it just grew, like the monster it was...

Kept invading into every nuance and corner, slowly spreading,

So slow that it came with a facade , a small smile , a shake ,

A little jitter, slow steady it crept , consuming all that stood as values , ethos ,all,

So slow , Yet fast ; so steady, growing , yet spewing chaos,

Dead values lay askew, numbers -just what was felled, 

A tsunami, bared so to its path and all in its wake,

To an end , into shock, into an end ,Yes into an inevitable end...

The vessels just a conduit for its spread , now thick, rigid chords,

Into that inevitable end , for it was past the critical point, it was too late...

Too late  for repairs, too late in time ,yes too late past that critical point...

Poem by Pc-3 (05/22/2025)

RIP dear friend ..