We are getting used
to the dying. We walk our
dogs as excuses.
Coronavirus
is a pandemic, no thought
big enough for it.
Our dogs have to pee
anyway. And have interests
in the outside world.
They pull us this way
and that until it is time
for a news update.
NB this coronavirus lyric like the others uses the capacity of lyric form to shift and blend voices; the effect can be choral, which we too often limit by the term irony.
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“a pandemic/ no thought big enough for it” — bingo!
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