A bit of light wordplay written pre Trump's eviction to lighten my mood whilst watching what seemed to be a love race to failure between leaders.

 

Prologue

 

Two households, both alack in dignity,

(In fair Corona, where we lay our scene),

Where ancient men come under new scrutiny,

And touching handles leaves civil hands unclean,

 

From forth the fatal grip of this new foe,

A pair of naïve mask rejectors risk their life,

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows,

Doth dodge their deaths both by a knife,

 

The near end passage of their greed-marked love,

And the continuance of the publics’ rage,

Which, but the virus’ end, naught could remove,

Is now the six-month traffic of our stage,

The Winter, if you with masks adorned attend,

What foresight misses, National Lockdowns shall strive to mend.

 

End. 

 

(C) Candi Martin 13/2/21