Some days it’s all too much. Those skeleton
Syrian cities. Yemen’s cholera
millions. Tonic-selling politician
so brazen he makes doctors and scholars
scream. Vile virus like a sponge-ball planet
covered in rose bouquets, mowing us down
in droves – terrorist with a silencer.
I watched an expert panel online warn
of nuclear war. What’s left but to write
a poem. Record what’s real with meter.
Whisper it to the universe. Don’t fight
tears. Don’t kneel and celebrate them either.
Rise and pray Great Breather will dissolve all fear.
Turn on the faucet. Give thanks the water’s clear.
Roger Armbrust
April 30, 2020
