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Corona Poem

‘Corona’ you ‘old gipsy man’ Crowned over humanity, victorious Ushering Coleridge’s Angel of death - the LADY with Bright red-lips and dead-white-skin? Caging people and casting spell? You anchored the coast of every continent, Fueled with hasty vengeance, Counting the cost of all who Live up, Who, cannot give up, In formidable quarantine. So sweet a name you are ‘corona’ Charm laden attire, lovely to look In the electronic microscope, As if a witch has assumed a princess. You taught us, Sweet touches are sour, Breathing, spills venom, Sneezing, sparks bio-bomb, Kiss is an atomic explosion! Now people are zombies, Or the fire spitting dragons. Staying at a gap, they fear their kind — Not even safe is the mother’s lap, So altered is the human map. Musk-dances are so real, and Gloves are not for sub-zero chills. You gave us a bio-chemical riddle, And, we are still solving. Prayer: Don’t get me please as I have written So sour things about you, Don’t get us for We know not, how to fight Aliens, so tiny. Wait and don’t catch any life Until we know you better, Spare! Spare and spare.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 4/3/2020 11:19:00 AM
So true Corona a sadistic witch, well done,SK, love kelli
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