In CoronaLand

In CoronaLand

Nothing is true
All debts are forgiven —

The storming of the Bastille
Was a looting operation

As the wind roars like a train
And sirens flood the street

A man fills up the stairwell
With howling — is joined by a dog

On the floor below
Their voices grow, and intertwine

Until they’re indistinct
Whatever may be happening

In April, they say, or May may
Be different come November

Like in 1917, in Petersburg


Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and adjunct professor. He lives in New York City and can be reached at and on twitter @elliot_sperber