What This
Fresh Hell Is
All things must happen
left to right,
as
your sight
now
guides your mind,
finally
to fall off
the
dexterous edge.
Thus
the scorching sun
is
Satan’s wand.
The
prevailing breeze
is the
Word of God.
The
Ground of Being
smiles
down on the virus:
Left
to right
the
‘Rona rules.
