My Corona - Momus

Tiny army slithering through the Marne of me

Tiny enemy, oh what a horrible war!

That’s not fair play, that’s not human decency

How can I give my enemy what for?

My corona, frightening and amazing me

Tiny enemy, inner world war three

That’s not fair play, that’s not human decency

How can we beat an enemy we can’t see?

Bring back all the hijackers and the terrorists

Give me the good old IRA any old day

You knew where you stood with a human enemy

Fighting hand to hand by the light of day

My corona, probably inside me

Stowed away on a twist of RNA

Your spiked helmet spikes here inside of me

Doing what damage?

Nobody can say

Not-quite-living thing, I feel you parachute in

To spread ground glass in the cilia of my lungs

Are you happy, to take my hospitality

And repay me with such horrible pains

Sassy assassin, foul insidious toxin

Spread by a kiss or lingering in the air

Are you hiding in my lover’s tresses

Or her sneezes, or her flaxen hair?

Tiny army, will you be my Waterloo

Kiss me, Hardy, now before I die

What immortal hand could frame thee

What eye see thy tiny symmetry?

My corona, frightening and amazing me

Tiny enemy, inner world war three

That’s not fair play, that’s not human decency

How can I beat an enemy I can’t see?

My corona, probably inside me

Stowed away on a twist of RNA

Your spiked helmet spikes inside me

Doing what damage?

Nobody can say