A poet needs a topic or a theme,
and I don’t want to write on politics
or public health, or flu without a fix.

The last ten months inspire me to scream,
with soaring sick and deadly leader tricks.
A poet needs a topic or a theme,
and I don’t want to write on politics.

A grief motif is tired and extreme.
Relief appears, but tentative. It wicks
my frets but seems to limit subject picks.
A poet needs a topic or a theme,
and I don’t want to write on politics
or public health, or flu without a fix.

(English Madrigal)