Fugging Flu

I was struck down with flu
when the world once vibrant
was shadowed by fear
as a certain virus danced in the air

whispers of illness crept in
strewing fearful frightening scenes
shadows grim eclipsed all hopes
bring out your dead

faces masked with strips of material
everything felt so dreadfully surreal
eyes darted into everyone’s faces
are you ill, are you contaminated

my kin put to sleep
my other kin went to slumber
all never to awaken
ending in a common grave for victims

I prayed not to suffer
take me into thy kingdom, o Lord
prayed for the forgiveness of all sins
then I waited for darkness and otherworldly light

Waking up my throat all cleared
fever no longer on my brow
eyes as clear as soap bubbles
and my nose no longer clogged

...Psalm 136...