Corpus Dilecti Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Man's midnight hour: unvaccinated throng
packed like sardines in serried ranks applaud
pyrotechnic wonders bring along
unwelcome guests few humans can afford.

Unasked, unmasked and and indiscriminate,
untrumpeted they trump unwary fools
spread here and there compounding dire mistake
made by blind bias mortal illness schools.

This may leave space, another race reborn
from embers that survive apocalypse
could rise, replacing strife-torn states none mourn, ,
to rescue Earth from impending abyss.

An unexpected ending to mankind
as Nature takes revenge with double bind.

COVID 19 deserves a New Year's ode
as illness spreads the population weakens
debilitating our genetic code,
omicron spiking last of the Mohicans.

Some would compare it to sharp winter flu,
that strikes as swiftly as a rattlesnake
few can resist mutating molecu,
succomb with little icing on the cake,

A viral killjoy sino bat descended
from lab escaped or through deforestation
as Kraken woken by man's madness tended
shows pride before stark fall's anticipation.

Poetic Justice? Fate? Coincidence?
At any rate a capital ofrfense.

2 January 2022