Fill In The Blank Poem by Doug Lane

By the time
the Plague passes
all the restaurants,
including my favorite
greasy spoons,
will be out of business
forever.

The national and state parks
will be gone,
the grizzlies shot
by Trump's sons,
the sequoias
sawed
into patio furniture
and sold
to China,
the wildernesses
drilled
into oblivion.

The school children
won't be going
back to school.
There will be
no more schools.

The churches
will be empty
and echoing
and evenGod
in his/her myriad forms
may be
missing
in action.

As for the libraries,
well,
they were dying anyway,
as were
books themselves
and their readers.

And don't forget
movie theaters.
Netflix, HBO,
and we,
will have
killed them.

The whole world
as we knew it
before corona hit
will be gone.

And there's nothing
we can do about it
but rack our brains
to think of something,
many things,
to put in
its place

when we finally
get out
of stir.