Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
William H. Greenway
Imagine the media coverage of the Black Death, whole families boarded up to die inside, the comic bring-out-your-dead carts, cameras on location by the mass graves, Shakespeare, the Globe closed, Lear televised to the yokels. Tired of YouTube, my bored daughter draws over and over stick figures with straw hair like the thatch of the round red hut in a boma, outside whose prickly perimeter patient lions pace.
©2020 William H. Greenway
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