In the midst of dire
Warnings hurled from TV
Radio internet news
In the midst, I say, of all this
Clamor spring birds emit songs
And berserk come-hither cries. Buildings
Chirp, hopeful with beaks and feathers.
Does spring convince you? Do you
Also hope the virus will recede
And boastful birds in
Fancy dress survive among the new
Green leaves, gorging their young
On bugs and worms and berries?
I thought our back vine perished
But no, good news, it’s leaves newborn
Venture by tiny finger-holds across
Stained naked brick. Nature repeats.
The planet pays no heed to our
Convulsions, just as we do not
To its, not since some bible fool
wrote God gives to man dominion.
Today, one rules by Twitter,
Another by staying home.