The Coronavirus Chronicles #6 - Contrition

Through calmly carrying on

into the ferocious storm we face,

heads once buried now suffocate

in feverish fits of contrition.

The Coronavirus Chronicles #5 - It's the stasis which sickens me

It's the stasis which sickens me;

each day, the invisible killer

feeds off blind belligerence.

The Coronavirus Chronicles #4 - the Pazzo Biondo

They’re of this world still,

yet the pazzo biondo blabbers

of collateral damage,

loved ones mere slaves

to the bottom line all along.

The Coronavirus Chronicles #3 - We hit the floor

We hit the floor,

ground zero,

new levels of low.

In time,

perhaps they’ll confess

to not caring,

not knowing,

not listening.

Worse still,

calculating,

as it all goes to waste.

The Coronavirus Chronicles #2 - the Warning

The warning signs rattle with vigour

against the vehement winds

which whistle through cracks

before blasting open the door.