Poems by
A. S.

Postmortem of Handshake

a poem by A. S.

Microscopic illustration of porcupine spokes,
Alien viruses from trillion light years away unfolds;
Toddles from the womb of black holes;
Hires our 24 senses as infected tenancy soaks to coax,
A pandemic threat finds our planet as an ageless host.

Nostrils of oesophagus are passages on lease,
Postmortem of handshake are stored in mortuary to freeze;
Comatose static distances are antidotes of fecund breeze,
It uses hour’s eyes to encircle designated victims;
Atoms in atmosphere under macroscopic stethoscope just can’t see.

Now doors and windows are sectioned to be latched shut,
Containers of infected solar rays may n’er enter inverted huts;
Prescribe all Doctors not to cough even though eat puff of dust,
Neo carnival of masked eyes let not have arid tears to outburst;
Alas a strange colour-play of robes in black backbites black outta’ thirst,
Dialysis of dual dialects diagnose Deuteronomy of Darwinian duet to contaminate first.