The Great Rash spread like a fire
across mouth, and paw, and belly and groin.
It spread red flesh with green blisters
and milky thick cream filling.
It merged toes with toes and eyes with lids.
As skin kept on itching the Great
Rash spread across schools and troops
and herds and packs.
It spread across colonies and continents and waterways.
It spread until it was normal. Until it’s symptoms were normal.
Until fused toes, and swollen eyes were adaptations.
Until the itch to spread became instinct in every species
And the planet where it grew became far too small.
~ What's that in the mirror, or the corner of your eyes. What's those footsteps following but never passing by . . .
~ The Doctor