Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Bio Note: I am a poet in the Washington DC. I started and participate in monthly meetings of the DC Magic Theater Poetry Club (currently on hiatus). My works in print include Poetry is Mindfulness, The Going-Under of the Evening-Land and Other Poems and most recently Homeless God Bless, all available in bookstores and from Amazon.
Wuhan Virus, 2020
This is not like the angel of the Lord who flew over the roofs of the people at midnight— This is an angel who goes under people in daylight. Like bubbles rising to the surface where whales are underneath, fevers and coughing rise to the surface among people around us. People run to where the bubbles appear, try to contain it, but it’s always too late— Whatever was there is already gone. It’s a great time to go out some people say. Go to the restaurant, likely you’ll get in. The angel passed me and all I got was the sniffles. Out there— Beyond the window, jonquils nod in assenting brilliance; celestial popcorn on cherry trees has been placed behind barricades. I read in a book somewhere about a pool in Jerusalem by the gate of the sheep, where an angel of the Lord came down and stirred up the water. So much of our lives are in the hands of powers we don’t understand, but for good or for ill— it should make us feel better.
©2020 David Churchill
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