They say this plague
is a culling of the herd
to cleanse us of impurities
That this circus of death
blanketing the earth
is our punishment for sins
against Nature
That our pain and loss
is repayment for what
we have stolen
from earth’s bounty
And so we lift our heads skyward
to seek relief and forgiveness
from unseen forces
only to discover the sky is vacant
and that we are simply poker chips
in a game of chance
for Nature’s amusement,
a cosmic roll of the dice,
a spin of the roulette wheel
Corona is just the bookie
collecting the bets
