Poems in the time of Corona
Just another Covid Sunday
Easter time,
and all the little Covids
are playing in the park,
chicks chirping, bunnies hopping,
kids sheltering in place
with Friends on repeat
and a bowl of last week's spaghetti,
as Yeats's falcon
spins silently out of view.
Our life is now
a survivalist game-show:
six feet or bust,
the latest loser.
As a century ago,
the brave are ordered over the top
with insufficient cover,
this time in scrubs
not ammunition boots,
this time with us entrenched behind,
cowering from an invisible air force,
applauding when we reach another sundown,
wondering if nature
will grant us resurrection,
another hour to come round at last,
to heal,
to find conviction,
transform, rebalance, set right.
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Magnetic Resonance Imaging: lyrics of love and loss
Those Footsteps Behind: around the world in 50 poems
Just another Covid Sunday
Easter time,
and all the little Covids
are playing in the park,
chicks chirping, bunnies hopping,
kids sheltering in place
with Friends on repeat
and a bowl of last week's spaghetti,
as Yeats's falcon
spins silently out of view.
Our life is now
a survivalist game-show:
six feet or bust,
the latest loser.
As a century ago,
the brave are ordered over the top
with insufficient cover,
this time in scrubs
not ammunition boots,
this time with us entrenched behind,
cowering from an invisible air force,
applauding when we reach another sundown,
wondering if nature
will grant us resurrection,
another hour to come round at last,
to heal,
to find conviction,
transform, rebalance, set right.
Support a poet. Buy a book.
Magnetic Resonance Imaging: lyrics of love and loss
Those Footsteps Behind: around the world in 50 poems
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