April/May 2020
Pandemic-time is here
a world is ending hopefully it’s not ours
The second’s coming
perhaps it’s yeats’
a sky falls
societies distanced
the curve we’ve flattened
the fauci has been sciencing
birx is balling
the epidemiology is front and centered
big pharma is searching
for the cures
churches cancel
the prophet fasts
the world zooms, chats and times its faces
internships are lost, hopefully I’m not
the summer olympics aren’t
tokyo still is
The covid will be conquered
in spite
of Trump
(who is full of disinfectant)
Wuhan bats are spreading
even noveler coronaviruses
Ebola
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Fall 2020
It began with an equinox
that astronomical event
whose details
are understood by few
I looked into the heavens
that night summer
became fall
wondering what
the changing
of the seasons
portended for me
I am not an
astrologist and so found
the task difficult
I consulted the Book of Revelation
and Bruce McConkie's grandson
for answers
No luck
As the season ends
I realize
now that only
the druid priests
at stonehenge
are reliable astrologers
what does the handbook
update say
about pagans