Twenty years ago, I took my daughter, Sara, to the ocean for her fourth birthday. She just learned to dog paddle, and proudly walked up to anyone in sight, saying, "I can swim." The sea was calm, so I ... [+]
Your arrival is so conspiratorial
The name of Nineteen is an original.
Oh, Covid. You silent, horrific being.
Your unvoiced initial is so loud
Cough is the first sound we encounter.
Oh, Covid. You speedy, invisible being.
Your tiny footsteps are so enormous
Travel the world in a split second.
Oh, Covid. You sneaky, aggressive being.
Your untraced trace is so spontaneous
A handshake is no longer permitted.
Oh, the monstrous Covid.
Must we fear?
Fear of masks in a timeless year
Oh, the almighty Covid.
Must we say prayers?
Or have faith in the new zooming era
Oh, the ferocious Covid.
Must we have tears?
Shed for the loss of countless members
Yes, the dearest Human.
Love, Covid the Worldwide Famous
and the anonymous new mutants