Imaginary Conversation With Covid-19

Covid-19, do you run on some evil foot out of sight, beneath the light till your Napoleonic march brings you to rout? Or out of habit Do you lust for old flesh due to a generation gap? Alien footsteps on our life intrudes I hear cacophony of voices counsel you to retreat If you like our fireside then consider the option of a cease-fire. In our sun-touched garden your breeze of death solidifies our pillars of faith. Across the wide swath mother earth's bleeding deploring your running stream. Radiant glows our faith against your lava pouring in the hillside. Fabled ways of flames and fire we're more used to than your cold killer façade. Your rapid-fire genocide is candidate for a new Nuremberg trial.