Poems of the Week

It Locked Him Up

by Orel Protopopescu

A virus sowing misery
is blocking its own way.
This week it gloats, indecently,
but did it overplay?

Trump didn’t mind the ides of March,
the ghost of Herman Cain.
But Covid’s messaging is harsh.
It runs a fierce campaign.

Now Trumpers trampling over graves
to rally are restrained.
Corona kills but also saves
by keeping Trump contained.