Acrostic Pandemic Poetry

Contrary to fear, let us relish our family time.              C
Ours to do what we always wanted:                              O
Rest, read, do whatever enters our mind.                       R
Only walk to wherever, our feet led.                              O
No one to impress, no one to care.                                 N
Alone.  We can't go anywhere!                                       O


Can I throw kisses                                                          C
Over fences and through doors,                                     O
Very heartfelt messages?                                                V
Isolated and alone. Catch them,                                      I
Destined to outlast this virus.                                         D

Pandemic Poetry

This poem is too preachy, which makes it not a poem.  But I hope alluding to nature and my diction deflects my tendency to moralize.  Hence this poem is a crossbred nature poem, mixed with biology and science which results in a new genre--pandemic poetry.

The Devil  Rides on Bacilli

Pernicious evil growing
from dark pathogens
unearthed in a Wuhan lab
or the open market.

Eaten by an ant.
Swallowed by a bat.
Lapped by a pangolin.
Relished by a man.

No reason to make ado.
Some always look to blame.
Others always find conspiracy.
Then there's just bad Karma.

The fact that it survives
washing hands,
wearing gloves,
donning face masks,

is a testimony to the stubbornness
of an enemy beyond our eyes,
waiting to pounce and ride
round the world with abandonment.

What weapon will kill it?
Soap and vaccine will slow
but never have victory over
a bloodless, fleshless germ.

Wait till summer, some say.
The heat will kill the virus.
Then throw this bane back
to hell where it was conceived.