A horde, viral, invisible,
famished and rapacious,
by the instant,
making, covering victims under the seal of illness,
stealing sacred breath,
especially of the olden vulnerable.
As Nero fiddled whilst Rome blazed,
so, two millennia later,
failing not to forget antiquity’s wisdom,
today’s partisan politicos,
more concerned for personal appearances,
now, ‘round and ‘round twiddle incompetency’s thumbs,
rather than put hands firm to proactive plows.
We, then, each and all, are left to seek, to find a cure
(would that we so do):
In love’s care for all in greater harm’s way…
In faith’s courage in the o’ershadowing, scowling face of fear…
In hope’s commitment that looks past our alway-present self-interest to see, then serve the common good.