Poetry Eyes

Few people read and less do heed The things that poetry can say, When written words do try to tell Of things that yet will be. I’ve written…what if Covid gets Into all our ocean waters… Would it infect the fish we eat And pass it on to us? It’s come to light that tests have found Traces in sewers of Covid And in toilet wastes in places… How next will it mutate? Relaxing guards is not the way To destroy Coronavirus, But, heeding what you’re reading can Become your one “heads up. When sports and gatherings take down Their stop signs and relax their rules Look for Covid to clap its hands And go to work again. W.C.Hull © 2020-H1455-2565-I52-K52-33-L59-5 W.C.Hull © 2020-WCH25-WCH1-25