To: George Carlin’s Fleas
Vernita Hall
From: King Covid XIX
I hoist no flag yet legions follow me
I claim no land yet millions take the knee
Without appeal I take all prisoner —
princes presidents prime ministers
Neither feckless foe nor primitive I crept
past dream invaded while you slept
an enemy that won’t negotiate will not deal
Watch the revelation I’ll reveal
Consider this reckoning: I bend
toward apocalypse the telltale horsemen
I am your night terrors the last word
I am the second coming and the third
I insinuate You hoard and bicker
I proliferate As you grow sicker
I’ll swarm the seat of power while you mourn
your halcyon days before my storm
While steward you appointed yourself master
squandered all treasures sped the earth clock faster
But I helm this realm today do as I please
I own the dogs of war — you’re just their fleas