The Eggplant That Ate Chicago
Fear, like global gossip - a wolfish sci-fi blob;
under-the-bed and closet monsters DO exist.
Twenty-twenty will live iconically as "The year that wasn't".
The year that mind morphing pods consumed sensibility
- when pointed fingers and screams chased
the witches of blame and resentment
until their drowning breaths were silent.
While few dare to sip from the poison chalice,
the jester insists ... as metaphors become
morbid realities.
Submitted for Team Poetry Soup's Coronavirus challenge
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