Pandemic

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Did we learn?

Did we listen to the deep rumblings

In the ground beneath our clay feet?

Or are we unteachable, even

By the old year passing?

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They say that hindsight

Is always twenty-twenty, but

What if they were wrong?

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What if, when eventually unlocked

We carry on regardless, as if

The plastic pot we feed from will

Always cost nothing, as if

That last Advent candle

Will burn on forever?

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Can collective stupidity of this kind

Have any hope of vaccination?

It is as if the only infestation

That matters on this planet is human

Perhaps the pandemic is not sickness after all

It is a cure