A Hundred Fifty Million Dead Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

in the first wave, ”
declared Peter F
referring to the
killing power of the
Bird Flue
once the microbe
migrated to humans.
“Mostly in Asia
but we’ll have
our share here.”
“As bad as that? ” I asked.
“Worse
much worse
and no more burials
forget about that
gotta burn the bodies
make sure
the minuscule critters
don’t transmigrate
into the cells of crops
then
then
we’re talking
three hundred million
mass hysteria
total insanity
fear
confusion
terror...”
“Nearer my God to Thee, eh? ”
I said
a bit nervous at this point.
Peter F flipped his feet
on his desk
placed his palms behind his head
saying,
“The Almighty’s in the clear
no substance
only Spirit.”