His field of harvest
Life decayed
Far past
The time of crisis
After so many years
Of the human virus
We've ignored the signs
Telling us
It is forever the end
The plague has struck
Mankind has faded
The reaper has reaped
What he had sewn
The day is over
The vintage tainted
The wine poured out
And the day
Done
“I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing." Albert Camus, The Plague
