RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES
Corona
I respect words
I resent having a word burned into
my
consciousness without my consent
I resent words being redefined with
a
mark of death to the end of time
Corona
A crown
The blazing crown of the sun
The king of beers
Cerveza mas fina
What was once innocent and
refreshing
is now and forever stained with
Deadly sickness hospitals and
quarantine
Never again can we say corona
without conjuring an image of
destitution and plague
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