Waiting For The Second Wave

Apparently the virus is in retreat

Gathering its forces for another attack

Re-arming its battalions

For another go.

Now, I'm not an epidemiologist

A virologist or even a ventriloquist

I cannot put words into another's mouth

But even I can see

There is something wrong

With the logic this employs.

The virus is not human

It has no power of thought

So if there is a second wave

Will it be the virus that has grown stronger

Or our defences that are weaker

Will the desperation for a beer

A foreign holiday

A cuddle, a hug, a kiss

Be our undoing in the end

As we sit here waiting for the second wave.

©DJD 2020