I keep looking for a light
at the end of this tunnel

And as it shrinks to the size of a
distant star by the day,

I am forced to face that I may
be in store for a longer walk home
than I thought

What is a virus,
but a force of nature?

Consider this a serendipitous
wrench thrown in the oiled
cogs of the fuming
Capitalist machine

Long have I dreamt of the day
the wheels would stop turning

Now it’s here, and I find myself
reeling like all the rest
from the whiplash of its
abrupt halt

The present overtaking me like
a sudden darkness my eyes must
adjust to, my mind grasping for
an end or a shape of it to rationalize

Aftershocks splitting the faulty
bedrock of society down the middle

A landslide of uprooted lives
crumbling into its hungry abyss

Residual dust pluming into the
doomsday sky as the last few
fingers of fading light vanish into
the coughing shadows.

– mrg