Pandemic

Lay down your tired bones Down in your hospital bed Those spots on both your arms Are glowing a bright red Stare up at the TV To catch the awful news Twenty hundred thousand Have the same thing as you Don't you know the end is near You try to take it calm People crying all around Queueing up into the hall A priest is asking you If you'd like to confess You can't think of anything Because your mind's a mess When you see your loved ones With angels flying in the room Lightning flashes in your eyes The end is coming soon.

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Jesse Zerlaut

Date: 4/11/2017 2:54:00 PM

A scary feeling, no doubt, for someone suffering the same fate as many others. Especially if you've seen it's effects on those prior to your own. For that reason Cancer scares me badly, lost far to many people to it. Great poem, John.

John Bertin
Date: 4/15/2017 3:05:00 PM

Thank you so much. The poem about losing people to cancer and lupus and drug overdoses or pandemics like AIDS or Ebola. Some of the detail recalls my own hospital experiences, like the death of my father.