THE INFLUENZA — After Sandburg

• The Virus comes on little cat feet
• It sits looking
• Over Harbor & City
• On Silent Haunches
• And then moves on.

I can’t think of a better explanation for the Corona virus than that little piece of 20th century poetry, one word changed from “Fog” to “Virus”, as you see but might not understand, lacking a foundation in your basic pre-millenium literary bullshit. Continue reading →