(Whiplash) march twenty-twenty

Updated: Nov 4, 2021

It’s corona time.


 

Twelve days into the month,

Storming in like the lion does,

It had come to me

That once was enough.

But it was soon prevalent,

Unavoidable, undeniable

That a bigger cat

Was on the hunt.


My guarantees : ulterior

My money: inferior

My narrative: anterior

Not one man to blame.

Cast from a dark old spell,

Created from wizardly hell,

The lightning fell

And the thunder never came.


Cases of disease in growth,

Deemed a crisis from henceforth,

Yet I haven’t felt a thing.

Long ago—yet similarly before—

I was alone.

What’s the matter with more?

But it was soon prevalent,

Unexpected, unprecedented,

That these empty streets

Was a hesitant feat.

The game, I missed,

Life ceased to exist,

Every road to the abyss,

Not one man to blame.

Cast from a dark old spell,

Created from wizardly hell,

The lightning fell

And the thunder never came.

The lightning comes and goes with a flash,

I see it everywhere.

The lightning hits like whiplash,

Yet I don’t feel it anywhere.

No one knows when the thunder is near

Cause no one will hear it, I fear.

No one knows when the thunder is here

Cause no one will feel it, I fear.

The good and great things

In life come to an end.

It’s only moral and justified,

That evil in life

Surrenders its hide.

A time of frustration,

Everyone in relation,

Transfers in patience—

To elation...

A time of anticipation,

Every eye in dilation,

Every engine of creation,

I guide my focus to the revelation...

I guide my focus to the revelation.



 

Kristian Zenz

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