Corona

 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

Isolation

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS

Isolation

Condemned to exist in a shrinking space

Where nothing living can penetrate

Isolation not as punishment

But as precautionary measure

Compelled to dive inward

To discover forbidden secrets

Fears and desires buried deep

In the hidden subconscious

How will we emerge from such an exercise?

How will we be transformed?

We are unwilling participants in the greatest

experiment in the history of the world

Will we rise or fall?

Will we thrive or wallow?

No one knows

No one has a clue

The only certainty is that nothing

But nothing will ever be the same

The Plague

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS

The Plague 

A deep dark deadly shadow fell upon the earth

Spreading like wildfire crossing borders

Walls and oceans with little hesitation

No one listened when the ghosts of

Nostradamus warned the end is nigh

No one listened when the poets cried

The reckoning is at hand

No one listened when the bible thumping

Soothsayers brought down the hammer

Of the lord’s vengeance

We’re listening now

We’re making amends

We’re praying now

Praying it’s not the plague

Praying it’s not Armageddon

Praying it’s not too late

THE MARKET HAS SPOKEN

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  THE CORONAVIRUS

The Market Has Spoken

In the midst of pandemic the president

Declares:  Enough is enough!

We have to stop this market slide

So what if people die?

Take your sniveling driveling empathy

And toss it out the door

The flu takes thirty thousand lives

What’s thirty thousand more?

And the market sings hallelujah boys

The party’s on again

The working stiffs will always lose

And we will always win

So the Dow becomes a morbid measure

Of how many lives we lost

But the people will remember always

That it came at such a cost

[Note:  As I post this the Dow has risen over 3,000 points since the president declared he will not allow the virus to impede the nation's economy for much longer.]