R.G. Jodah

London UK

 

Recently appeared in: PORT (Dunlin Press), Dawntreader, Ink, Sweat & Tears. Lives in London enjoying the silence.

Poem completed 5th April 2020

Crystal Balls

Is it possible that we have all misjudged the coiffured cretin?
Truly, didn't he foresee the current mess we find ourselves in?

On that morning was his word a warning to a deaf mankind?
Were tiny hands by divine plans made as clumsy as his mind?

Hindsight gifts a certainty which all man's -mancies are denied:
in Time is Past made prophecy which we in the Present scry.

So let us, in our isolation, summon his words to our screens
and ask: was Covfefe his prediction of this plague, Covid-19?