Seems everyone is paranoid,
With more and more cases of Covid
Appearing in the news
Like worry with a fuse.

After all the panic buying
Hoarders must be inside dying,
Grave as any virus
Fear replicates like a virus.

But with the elderly at risk
Won’t wisdom grow sick?
And with our sick in danger
Mercy show itself a stranger?

Enumeration can create the feel
That anything is hyperreal.
You couldn’t proclaim a pandemic
Were not death endemic.

Something other than disease
Blows in forests of sick trees.
When these clouds part
Will the sun be at its start?