A Triptych of Poems in the Manner of Tom Jenks’ “Spruce” During the Time of the Coronavirus Pandemic
(i) “The Trump Administration as a False Positive”
social distancing in a wet market in Wuhan
by a sneeze guard with some convalescent plasma
in an iso-hair outbreak in full PPE
in a second wave R naught hotspot
the Trump administration as a false positive
hotel quarantine for the pangolin herd
immunity strategies of the Toyota Corona
the contact tracing of stray sanitation stations
tears on the pavement that glisten like glass
(ii) “Donald J. Trump is the King of all Ventilators”
injecting disinfectant with the disaster capitalists
in a lax travel bubble with clandestine hairdressers
with some flu bro covidiots in a soft wobble room
the coronasplaining of the armchair virologists
Donald J. Trump is the King of all Ventilators
by a hard lockdown under drone biosurveillance
zoonotic diseases under the doona
a cytokine storm by the pop-up COVID clinic
the tears of the masked covfefe in bars
(iii) “The Trump Administration is Asymptomatic”
the horseshoe bats vector for an online migration
in an old normal without sanitiser fatigue
in an exponential growth of TP panic buying
an uptick in naso-pharyngeal swabs
the Trump administration is asymptomatic
aerosolising hate in Lafayette Park
flattening the curve by the zombie businesses
herd immunity by the respiratory droplets
on iron-covered rooftops rains scatter like wails