Novel pandemics, one then another will shock the world in numbing jolts until nothing is done.
Vaccines are not developed.
Masks and social distancing are too exhausting.
Hospitals are shuttered.
Rich doctors retreat to the countryside, anonymous.
Morgues are replaced with mass graves as madder and madder politicians increase their power, threaten nuclear annihilation and encourage their followers to burn libraries, attack science labs and universities and murder anyone who pronounces tomato ‘tomahto.’
Our future is sadistic glee.
Our future is drainage and sewage swamping our cities as farmlands spontaneously combust in horrible heats believed untold, though their coming, a century on was clarionned and broadcast as others jammed fingers into ears of those who might hear.
Sad, tedious, diseased death and a mushroom flash to capture the end on the wall in nuclear shadow.
Midland Prose 