Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch

And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)

Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, stat, statistic, number, ratings, reelection

I always feel too much, and
you never feel enough, like
two halves of the wrong circles
fighting to become whole.

So is this how it ends? Or we
could try and make a square.
I always care too much and
you care just the right amount,
so this one's on me.

You usually know what to say.
So we try sine and cosine.

They work. We're waves.
It's a throwaway sunset.
It's time.

The devil is dancing on
your shoulder. All the
angels are asleep on mine.

Wealthy people have a knack
Of making contributions
They don’t let trials get them down
But focus on solutions

So don’t let anger conquer you
Or seek out retribution
But seek to take the higher road
And offer a solution

Of several ways to undertake
A problem’s diminution
The best by far is simply choose
A mindset of solution

So cultivate this daily choice
There are no substitutions
To making it your daily goal
To seek out good solutions

An idea that everything has an answer
defined by a set of numbers all together
letters and ideas mesh with them
creating all that is and will ever be
a solution to all even if it isn't found
the ability to make new variables
to make sense of all the nonsense
symbols that make up the connection
such comfort in knowing this now
that everything has a defined answer
no guesses and no wish wash maybes
a yes and a no a right and a wrong one
mathematics can solve all of it for us
math is everywhere and that is lovely

कुसमयमा
मलाई सोधियो
"त्यो मुर्ख छ, कसरी व्यवहार गर्ने ?"

मैले प्रतीप्रश्न गरे, "के तिमी पक्का छाै कि ऊ मुर्ख छ?
[ हो जवाफ आउने प्रवल सम्भावना थियो, म सुन्न तयार थिए ]

"हो, सबैलाई यो थाहा छ।" सोही जवाफ आयो

सक्छाै भने दूरी बढाउ
टाढा बस
त्यती सक्दैनै भने..........

"भने के" सोधीहाल्यो

भन्दिए,
"उ भन्दा मुर्ख बन"
"ठूलो मुर्ख देखि, मुर्खपनि डराउछ"

फोन राखेको संकेत आयो.......

May we have other changes ?
May we can being together ?

You know that I am a woman..
I can't give you first move..
Why you can't be like them..
Some of them come to me..
Some of them come to my parents..

It that really difficult ?
Why ?
Why ?

Why my destiny is really complicated?

Please, tell me what should I do in this situation?

In the name of love, you just silent..
In the name of love, my brain like burning on with that silent..

Please, tell me what should I do ?
I can no longer silent..

What should I do?
Would you please give me solution?

My mind has crossed the line..
My feelings can not be dammed..

Tell me, what should I do?
Would you please let me know?
May you give me a first move?

A sweet smile is an important part
The formula to capturing my heart

i can understand
if you're not making plans
cause it's only autumn
it's the time for boredom

sun is coming down
i can't feel the ground
raindrops on my head
even on my bed

nothing i can't solve
it will soon dissolve
find a new solution
start a new discussion

turn off the alarm
stay here in my arms
if you need just call
walk you through it all