"The Earthquake in Basel in 1356" by Ernst Stuckelberg‘The Cracks of Doom’ by James A. Tweedie The Society November 25, 2020 Culture, Poetry 5 Comments Pandemic epidemic, fever, chills; As viral spiral sickens, quickens, kills. We’re tasked and masked with no place left to go. A lockdown, knockdown, drag-on TKO. The churches, schools, and pubs once quintessential Are now defined as being nonessential. While travel, holidays, and short vacations Are put on hold in lieu of vaccinations. The polls and pols conspire to bend the rules. And Voter fraud? Good god! Both Elephants and Mules Assert the other’s warped conspiracy Portends the death of our democracy Their legal eagles seek to certify The vote or find votes to disqualify. Accuse, abuse, refuse civility As wealthy athletes bend the knee To anthems, Antifa and BLM, While claiming righteousness belongs to them. Like Caesar, Saint George Floyd is deified. While law enforcement’s cursed and demonized. As peaceful demonstrators loot and burn. The press blames cops and Trump in turn, Demanding his immediate submission To Biden’s still-imminent transition. Like Kane and Miller’s face-off in High Noon, The final showdown will be coming soon. But in this case, instead of man to man (Like Aaron Burr and Alex Hamilton) A hundred thousand votes or more could be Discarded on a technicality. If so, then SCOTUS could decide and choose Which President will win, and which will lose— A choice that, like the Cracks of Doom, will thunder, And likely tear our commonweal asunder. God save us all in some way or another. From biting and devouring each other. James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses C.B. Anderson November 25, 2020 Release the Kraken? It has already been unleashed, and there will be Hell to pay, unless I miss my guess. I liked the irony and the serial Bryant-esque internal rhymes. Contra your final couplet, I’m not sure that God is interested in saving us from what Man has wrought. My advice is: get used to the new dietary laws soon to be in place. Tweedie under glass and Anderson flambe’ will soon be on the menu at a street fight coming to a theater near you. Reply Margaret Coats November 25, 2020 James, this poem is so loaded with rhyme and with allusions to recent events that I think we need some new terminology for it. With the longer stanzas below and the shorter above, how about “a hive of buzz words featuring a multiplex of rhyme”? I’ll leave it to you as inventor of the form to decide how much of each is required. There is some honey in the amusement of reading it! And a serious turn in the final couplet entreaty. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant November 26, 2020 James, this poem taps into the insidious spirit of the age with poetic aplomb and a form that inspires me. I love it! Reply Cynthia Erlandson November 26, 2020 Your frequent internal rhymes are lovely and clever, James. And the line about Saint George Floyd is nicely ironic. Reply BeverlyStock November 27, 2020 Engaging magic! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.