Covid Pandemic Spreading Is Not Sleep In Heavenly Peace Poem by Terence George Craddock

as covid 19 spreads becomes an ocean disease atmosphere
fills lungs falling from the sky like a storm front disease
fills lungs like pollen not content with runny eyes a sneeze
fills hospital beds with sick critically sick some death leave
fills morgues like corpse cords of wood fallen tree trunk lives
fills hearts with gaping gapes black holes of sudden tearing loss
fills cemeteries with fresh scars putrid pock mark scab holes
fills lives families with leaf litter covid terminated casualties...

this might be simple to avoid easy to avoid
as easy as wear a mask wash clean your hands
as simple as wear a mask on a plane train bus
as simple as wear a mask in the work place
as simple as love people from a safe distance
who will not listen all in public no mask wearers...