In light of viruses

Fear of flying

Fear of dying

Fear of living, life

Cancel everything

No chance to sing

Afraid

Don’t touch don’t breathe

Healed if you believe

Shake hands, no

Wiggle a toe

Give a wink or a nod

Don’t cry

on my shoulder

Your grief could make me die

Will we get older?

Shout to the Gods why

Isolate, vegetate

Don’t be late

Hibernate

The arts are dead

Its all in your head

Blame the president.