Corona Flare

fables of pandemic unfold

more monsters than gods

take to visual stage

casting blame stones

impaled on their own arrogance

desperate to be seen

as the one

not concerned with people

fleshy pulp of the continent

oozing red into their eyes and hearts

more pledges of gold

in coffers in pockets

skin slaves toil

frontline fodder

without health armistice

broken promises

soiled memories

of what was and still

could of been

when it’s over

people will rise

staves and torches

battering the ivory towers

hoping this time

it will change

Primary Incendiary

chhi wu wen traveled explosions west

mongol hordes conquer and swarm,

genoese sailed and visiting  maffeo saw

took it to his home,

seeds of destruction, causation of war,

power  and inconsideration,

the ability to detonate,

arbitration’s and negotiations

no longer needed,

seen to be words drawn out

paper and conversation,

song dynasty powder

textured and coarse,

limber minds sought and put it

to many a purpose,

cycles of war and invasion born,

and as our history we look back

at what was hope that brought

danger,

and it lessens our comfort here

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