In The Covid Days

In The Covid Days

In the Covid days, when the town criers and jesters ruled.
Johnny wooed Julie into the backseat of his Dad’s Cadillac.
Bare faced and raw dog,
They played teenage lover’s Double Russian Roulette.

Above them Orion loosened his belt.
While the Big Dipper scooped some cosmic soup,
And the moon stared half empty,
While quarantined in her room.

In the Covid days, when common sense lost its mojo.
Could have been the “end of days” that brought us all together.
The whole world with something in common.
Instead, the Smith family traded hugs and turkey, for existential arguments over masks.

Meanwhile, the rings of Jupiter continued their game of tag. 
Mars continued planning its invasion.
And the Sun sermonized to all who would listen,
“The devil doesn’t die...” 

In the Covid days, when someday we’ll meet again.
Anna, the head nurse at the local hospital,
In full hazmat gear,
Unplugged the ventilator for Mrs. Wilson and silently said goodbye.

At the same time, the stars beyond the Milky Way, 
All the way to the cosmic radiation.
Went about their business of churning and burning,
And didn't give a shit.