Thoughts in her Covid

She bowed to the crown
of this viral pneumonia,
she thought on 
chinese doctors in
chinese labs, on 
Wuhan city on 5g masts.
The medical scales
of the pangolin embroil,
the bat in the pot 
not quite at the boil, 
she is dead 
the thesis not, 
more to this truth
we know not. 

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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