The New World

First Published in Countercurrents : Republished in “Pandemic Poetry 2020”, A hardcopy anthology

On the edge of annihilation,

a tiny virus rimmed

by an aging sun

draws on the sap

of bread earned by man

The conquistador of Nature,

the hunter, the seeker —

all have stopped

The seller sadly winds

his words in a lonely home

Television sets blare old shows

Man depressed into unrest

slowly crawls towards the rim

burning with pandemic flames

looking for sustenance…

Read the rest in Countercurrent.org

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