The Virus Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Virus



The virus bites

I was going to my cardiologist tomorrow
her secretary rang and said it was not needed
the doctor would call me at noon.
I know as she, that I'm at an age where
if I get the virus the likelihood of survival is slim.
I know she will urge not to go out for weeks
I agree but will not obey totally.
As I write this Macron is speaking, he stresses
the importance of industry must survive.
Those who have nowhere to go, sleeping out,
will most likely not survive this is not spoken
of but it is there and the idea of this
Is not of concern, but we cannot say this,
we are humans and every life are equally vital.

Sunday, April 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: story
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walkerjohn 19 April 2020

Aloha Oskar... and cheers mate... yea this aging thingy, this sip thingy... this beer thingy... is very dingy indeed... I trust you are well and able and have a 50 cal. handgun around... who knows when those sleeping out kinds will arise... The folks which brought this upon the species have a special place they will be travelled to... no worries... all of the best from this life, to you, and all of our relations... Michaelw1two

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