this pandemic thing
it's a war footing
without the blood and ripped out guts
no tanks blasting down ruined streets
still there are street fights and landmines
we have to watch where we walk
along this mighty explosive road
chicory are standing tall now
displays of proud blue flowers
those vast rafts of happy daisies
circles of white faces
encircling dapper yellow centres
translating nature's poetry
capturing lines and words
rap from nature's rapt glory
champions rise like mist from the ground
distress is barked along this difficult road
expectant raptors and vultures still gather
excellent pickings at those festering wounds
making a political living consuming dead flesh
while leftist wedding storm clouds still gather
searching for the well of souls
needing to righteously marry
middle earth to starry heaven
how deep must we go
before drifting desert sands
consume Cheops great pyramid
is this the last vernal equinox
before this viral world ends
virtual sand in our eyes
a consumptive virus in our lungs
fighting this covert guerilla war
assuming tomorrow will arrive
while a twin-tailed comet  comes zinging by
reveling in supernatural revelations
celestial ovations every six thousand years
future centuries and epochs
nurturing this storied comet
currently crossing my chocolate world
enlightening the dark bitter and the darker sweet
love's tight lips wish for some soft caress
dreaming of sweet kisses romance brings
unlike the burning sting of this covid thing
what space did this novel thing come from
this awful pandemic thing
it's a war footing
gory contaminated blood and sacrificed guts
this is where we stand out
a modern relationship with an ancient world
will we sink or swim
if caesar opens the jail gate
releasing criminal friends
surely caesar shall jail
failed friends and foe 
caeser's personal dislikes
autocrat rules with machiavellian trends
dictators and viruses deposing human rights
corruption ending with a serpent's kiss
this demon pandemic we're in
obscene injustice is blowing in the wind
adjusting to groaning communications
there's a hidden covid face we can't see
blowing in the summer wind
white daisies and blue chicory 
 
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