CORONA

One- four morrows, soon the earth will be courted,
Like worm and body,
The wedding will be grazed with dust.

There’s sunshine in this darkness,
Lack of mirth,
And presence of thirst.


Taps sings with glee, fingers crumbled flee,
Full many a morning, teeth gnashes and eyes itch,
Lips twitch, legs missed knuckles clenched.

Mortality is fatal, eons flash to weeks, days, morrows,
The fight is done, hats thrown, a final bow,
Crimson eyes flow, “please don’t let your sadness show”.

Human the virus’s farthings,
Droplets its Mercedes,
The universe it messes.

-STARMIKE