She has seen the strange fear gain
Advantage on the society of citizens
And the panic win of the ghost campaign
Drumming in masks, marching in battalions.
When she has seen the start of the war,
It has asked her once again to wonder
About the cyclicity of history to reflect
Upon the nature of humanity that retains
Its dualism of good and evil ever to resist
The heaven on earth for the glory of heroes.
This thought is as a plague of the fear
That has begun to deter me from a cheer.
Author’s Note: All the locomotion of daily city life seems to have ceased: my regular Starbucks store is operated on a pick-up service only, the security guards at the lobby have gone, the streets are empty, and policemen in tandem are patrolling. The situations also extend to Ventura County, where I live. I tried not to write about the pandemic craze because of its very sheerness of the subject about which many writers are probably writing. But what I have seen for these past four days in my very eyes has fomented me to write about my impression and feelings. Hence this is it.