THE
REAPER HEWS
(The
Pale Horse)
Scourges
stalk the human race,
Unheralded,
unseen,
The
Reaper hews - no coup de grace,
Messy
and obscene.
The
virus grows and many dread,
Few
ICU nor cure,
And
stealthily, a cancer’s fed -
To
final days ensure.
The
virus’ exponential spread
Does
medicine transcend,
And
hawks the walking dead:
Perhaps,
the feeble’s friend?
The
corvid-19 Holocaust
Aged
to grave consign.
Savings
on healthcare costs?
Age-care
to decline.
Overcrowded
in our world:
Needs
balance to restore.
Nature
and its threats unfurled -
Pale
Horse to the fore.
Pynn’s
Brook
February
29, 2020
Postscript:
Deep-winter
here at Deer Lake,
With
time to sit by fire
And
wonder at man’s follies
That
lead to outcomes dire.
