by William Skink
daily I look to the sky
for the frogs
locusts swarm Africa
it can’t be long
until the waters of the Blackfoot
run red as sin
while eager believers
expect rapture to begin
new signs at work
show how to cough
the anxiety ratchets
a few ticks toward a top
where the cap rattles violently
as pressure builds
Seattle’s infected
and question marks kill
have they weaponized lungs?
found a use for our voice?
turning breath into bullets?
so easily deployed?
if some nation claims
too quick a vaccine
deploy some discernment
to know what that means
I mean Jesus! in Georgia
they etched it in stone
breed responsibly, rabbits
or we’ll CoVid your home