Coronavirus – a Poem

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My life’s ambition is to write a poem
For you to quiver in ecstasy,
Transcending the storms that have become
For us a weakly reminder
That all is not as it should be
For a generation to come
All out of shape without
Any need for eugenics,
Or medical scapegoats,
As my face takes on a comical twist,
And the log fires send out particles,
And governments negotiate continued support measures,
While the weathermen occlude
The longer stretch in the evenings,
But I won’t cough,
Lest it gives away the position,
And we enter the sublime
Reverence for irrelevance.
It’s word play OK?
Designed in their own way.
I can’t wait for the pattern,
Or the pull of Saturn.
Enough, enough, enough,
Your voice is increasingly rough,
Hand us over a last puff.

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Frank Armstrong graduated with a BA (International) from UCD majoring in history, during which time he spent a year at the University of Amsterdam on an Erasmus scholarship. He later earned a barrister-at-law degree at the Honorable Society of King’s Inns, and gained a Masters in Islamic Societies and Cultures at the School of Oriental and African Studies in London, before taking a Post-Graduate Diploma in Education. Prior to setting up Cassandra Voices his writing was published in the Irish Times, the London Magazine, the Dublin Review of Books, Village Magazine, and the Law Society Gazette, among others. He is the editor-in-chief of Cassandra Voices.

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