If malaria were covid
air born,
bred in air-conditioned suites,
where transit passengers enjoy
a smorgasbord of delicacies
and drink in benefits
an eden-company provide
to those who’re paid to think
of ways to double dollars,
might
the thing that bites and blights the night
(its sister dengue fever’s
adapted now to light)
be vaccination’s aim,
or is there less to gain
from freeing the East
and far Westerly Plains
from plight,
while earth fights
for breath,
no less?
Cherry Coombe 