Ashes, Ashes, All Fall Down

In the schoolyard
infected children
sing an ancient rhyme:

Ashes, ashes –
as we wash our hands,
we cremate our dead
who’ve found transitory repose
stacked in refrigerator trucks,
as we stage parties
at pop-up speakeasies
where hundreds gather
who believe ‘only liberals
get the ‘rona.’

While a jobless mother
tries to trade a ceiling fan
for milk.

As we suffer through
the latest in 12,000 years
of crowd diseases,
we all sneeze
and fall to earth.
As our vehicles
and factories spew less,
the miasma of brain rotting
particulates that permeate
earth’s atmosphere thins.

Next victim steps
to the center
of the circle.

 

Karin L. Frank is an award-winning author. Nurtured by the fantasies and sciences of both coasts, she is now cheerfully disintegrating from old age on a farm in the Kansas City area. Her poems and stories have been published in a wide variety of venues both literary and genre, in the U.S.A. and abroad. Her first book of poems, A Meeting of Minds, is a collection of her science-based and science fiction-based poems. It is available through Amazon. A second, entitled Frankenstein Unbound, is in the works and should be completed soon.

Eric N. Peterson is from Atlanta, Ga. He’s been drawing cartoons all his life. He leans towards the absurd, imaginative, and the surreal, as that’s where all the flavor is.