Some say this time we live in is too familiar to the Spanish Influenza back in 1918. So far, the numbers don’t even remotely echo that horrific event. Still…
This Haunting Song by Michael Doyle This epidemic is a narrative goldmine With every kiss a gamble of soul shine That litters our lives with its mistakes Always upping the stakes of lethal heartbreaks There was a pull of stress in the 1918 flu With an unexpected congruity for me and you Here with the days that we now live Where one fatal misstep may be all we have to give There is a sense of urgency to get things right With its tone of emergency making everyone uptight Poured a glass of whiskey pretending to be a cure Those were the days, that the world had to endure Caught in the contagion of loss and creeping dread When it was damn near impossible to escape our heads All of the collateral damage of cramped in scapegoats Living on sinking ships that forgot to procure life boats All we've left to do is keep calm and carry on Staying at home until the day the dread is gone All the timeless moments as we hum and nod along Whispering half forgotten words to life's haunting song (c) May 25, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
