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…
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