Tread A Measure

this pirouette with a pestilence
this bop with the blight
in tempo lightly scored
by a guiding light refrain
of recurrent disaster capital

promenade all PPE
to times nine of market value

mist and frisk and dismiss
ventilators until assembly
lines convert and cavort

waltz the blood work until
pharma can trip the light—
how, fantastic

And, but of course, your check, is in the mail.

NaPoWriMo April 2020.

Published by r.douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

2 thoughts on “Tread A Measure”

  1. othermary says:

    Very clever! Well done, you.

    1. r.douglas says:

      Thanks much. And for taking the time to say so.

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