ebola exponential poem

Our response to existential emergencies
As a species remains weak
We cannot fathom that the end may be imminent
Not in our bones
Leaves something to be desired
We know what it took in World War II
But when the enemy is a miniscule virus
What is to be done?
We are so distracted and media numbed
Or invested in the status quo
Something just won’t add up
But what?
Oh, Mama, could this really be the end?
I know I’m schizophrenic and delusional
But I must insist. It’s real this time.
Even if not for us
For Africa it’s real, pandemic
And if the whole of Africa is down in flames
How far behind are the rest of us?
It’s time, time for the titanic effort
We mobilized without the government for Katrina
This time I’m insisting the government come along, too
I suppose we could just let the victims rot in the open
That should stop transmission
At the cost of the masks coming off civilization
Which might be a good thing, on balance
The masks coming off thing
Not the bodies in the streets

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