Invasion

A cruel April if the virus invadesYour unsuspecting lungs,Clogging the highways of your little worldWith its own alien traffic.It seeks no permission to invadeAnd need ask no quarter -Prayers, like the dying chokingCries of the lost Tasmanian tribesAre as drugs given to the dead.

We’re left with physic to join the fray,Ignoring Luck, that capricious comradeWho might prove an ally, or a traitor.