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Week 69’s Trifecta challenges us to use Webster’s third given meaning of the word infect:

3a : contaminate, corrupt (the inflated writing that infects such stories) 
b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support  (trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm) We are allowed 33-333 words.


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As always the Trifecta challenges me to explore new and scary terrain. This entry fits that description on two levels: I don’t write poetry and I am an atheist. The subject for this one evolved from a recent conversation with a respected friend.


How can it be?
Eight decades—still angry.
God, you took my little sister,
Before I even knew her.
God you took my very best friend,
Just before the war’s end.
I hate you, God,
You infect my world, God.
You take and take
And leave misery in your wake.
How can I love you, God?
You’ve wrecked the world I trod.
You infect me with hate,
As I stumble toward my fate.
I am ready to die,
But before you I cannot lie.