Cov•Idiom

by Kenneth Vincent Walker / April 5th, 2020

“An ounce of prevention
Is worth a pound of cure.”
As the death toll rises we
Are paralyzed with fear.

Fear that this outbreak will
Out weather every tear, and
Lead us into damnation.
Our prospects obscure.

The pandemic of a lifetime
For a generation austere,
As our anemic economy
Limps onward to oblivion.

Darkness has befallen us
To a catastrophic obsidian.
For we were the remnants,
Clearly the last generation

In this twin and final year.

Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Performer, and Author of BORDERLINE ABSURD (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason), published by Poem Sugar Press 2015. Read other articles by Kenneth Vincent.

This article was posted on Sunday, April 5th, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.