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Coronal Ruminations
Coronal Ruminations
Here is a war let loose -
a plague upon the frailties
of our unresisting unsuspecting flesh
another plague invisible
inspired in the very air
invading passages where
life would breathe
does our world seem broken now
viral failures magnified
rhythms torn to dissonance
aging pains hobbled by a grieving
stillness found among the dead
leaders ape the emperor without
his clothes and shakespeare in
his mouldered grave still clutches
all the winters of our discontent
this unholy virus is a mirror of
ancient death turned black and also
of a flu that was an exclamation
to the first and worst of world war
all the bright spilled heavens know
that the treasured numbers
of our dead cannot outstrip the stars
and we must march a little closer
to our ancestors and a little further
from the follies in our lives
and the dead keep falling down
in numbers none can grasp
we are torn apart
and we keep apart
and the dead keep falling down
who will act the priest
spreading benefactions
on the tides of tears and
who will be the scientist
who burns this crown of thorns
and we are torn apart
and we keep apart
and the dead keep falling down
Copyright ©
Hans Devos
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