Crowning Virus
Coronavirus
The liar says it’s under control
The doctors and the sick know better
A victim is the one who
First called out
It won’t go without a cure
There isn’t one
If something supernal is revenging
Us, I do not know
Nor can it matter now
We don’t know how to sacrifice
Upon an altar made of stone and wood
It’s just as well
Eventually, we’d think of blood
As a scientific matter,
It could work out
But only if we keep the heart of it
We suffer and we die
On every side
If monolithic fiends could put aside
Gilt agendas
In favor of a geode, crystalline in all
Directions
The Earth still shines
We are smart and still have
The better things inside
There is danger like the predator’s
How we respond will make us,
Keep us who we are
C L Couch
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