Triggered by Cloud

On fire in a high sky,

sunlight vaguely filtered,

sliding down, attenuated,

my eyes' pointed staring,

my reminder of a face;

My Old Man's War

It was little people
Crossing the channel;
Their Dunkirk spirit
Cut the flannel.

Covid-UK

Covid, livid,
Viruses tire us
The things that ail you
Respiratory failure…

Anthropolypse

Mother Earth,
Oh bother, dearth;
Foiled it, spoiled it,
Death and decay,
No birth today;

planet of humans

one stone too many
in the orbits of heaven