Pandemic Poem by Luke Curcio

They're crying "death, death, death."

Christ cries "death, death, death."

Pick up your cross. Count the cost.

They speak "fear, fear, fear."

The Lord says, "He who has an ear, let him hear."

The invisible enemy is real, and like a lion he is.

I will not be lost to a pandemic in the end.

I see them gather in abundance.

They cry "Gather, gather, gather."

The Lord cries, "Lose, lose, lose."