Sputterpub's Blog

The beat goes on no matter what we do.
Tomorrow keeps on following today.
Supposing we recover and get through
catastrophes that press on us, we may
be certain new emergencies will rise,
predictable, erupting in surprise,
demanding smart response or dreadful fee,
and modifying paths for you and me.

It’s been an awful year. Our politics
have bottomed. Public health is at its worst.
We’re threatened like a species climate-cursed.
We harbor hope, I guess, about a fix –
For we expect a baby, fewer dead,
and I’ve a neighbor planning to be wed.

When we’re beyond this virus, will we look
at all the agony that we’ve endured,
and then conclude that, really, what it took
was waiting to by pharmacies be cured?
And for the next disease that sweeps the world
by global interaction, must we duck
inside our homes again, our present hurled
to argument, our clamor “What the fuck?”

Of course there has to be a wiser way
to travel, interact, inhabit here.
The age of grift and theft has had its day –
the limits breached, we lack a new frontier
to rape. We’d better wake and come aware:
if we’re to benefit, we have to share.