The Song of COVID-19

Piss on your reproaches.
You’re scared, upset, I get it.
But I exist only to hatch
My progeny inside your willing bodies.

It’s rich that you blame me
For your weakness.
My success makes you ill.
That’s my problem?

Still, I watch your high officials
Say I’m invincible.
That they can’t stop me.
Flattering, I’m sure.

But really, it would take so little to destroy me,
Send my remnant to oblivion;
Quiet, harmless,
tucked inside forest bats.

You won’t open your fists of gold.
No pity even for your own kind.
So I thrive.
I multiply.
I kill.

Roger Stoll is a Latin America/Caribbean solidarity activist with the Task Force on the Americas, a three-decades-old anti-imperialist human rights organization. He has published articles, book reviews and political poetry in Dissident Voice, Resumen Latinoamericano, MintPress News, Counterpunch, Popular Resistance, San Francisco Examiner, ZNet, Jewschool, and New Verse News. Read other articles by Roger.