poem
Volume 33, Number 4

Target

Forget your boosters, travel bans and masks
after all this time
you still don’t get what global means
You may be faster, smarter now
after two years, but so am I

I’m Omicron, son of Delta
I skipped generations
from four to fifteen
letter of the Greek alphabet
I’ll outcompete Delta
going after 200,000 more
to make a million

your rich country as backward
as the ones you’ve impoverished
you tally the most dead
so dream on about “herd immunity”
your unvaxed forty percent
my gateway, and here I come


—Dion Farquhar