After eight years
Of silence
Bob sang a new tune
Of old tunes
And Murder Most Foul.
Thank you,
Mr. Zimmerman,
For looking at scars.
Author: Christopher Unterberger
3.27.20 – A Stimulating Haiku
The House passed the bill
After efforts to block it.
Trump signed it at once.
3.27.20 – #1
The US finally did it.
We are #1!
In COVID-19 cases,
Americans have won
The battle over China,
The UK, or Hong Kong.
Of the half a million cases,
We are #1!
3.26.20 – Opening Day
Today would’ve been Opening Day
At Miller (but not at Fenway).
The world stops when baseball’s not played.
Today would’ve been Opening Day.
Today would’ve been off for the Bucks.
But now everyday’s off and it sucks.
Antetokounmpo’s beginning to rust.
Today would’ve been off for the Bucks.
Soccer.
The NFL’s in their offseason,
But that is not a good reason
To not cry and not show my feelings.
The NFL’s in their offseason.
Today was not Opening Day.
It was a day of loss and of pain.
Spring will never be the same.
Today was not Opening Day.
3.25.20 – Grabbing Boards or Boarding Up?
A rebound from the stimulus
Seen in stocks and SKUs.
Juice economy with dollar bills,
A trillion or two.
The DOW jumped over 5%
On hearing this good news.
Gold and gas and ten-year bonds,
The S&P soon followed suit.
FDR is smiling down
For we’re fighting nail and tooth.
But does this bill have the bite to fight
What else COVID can do?
3.24.20 – Sonnet 94: Afghan Agreements
Shall I compare thee to taut yarn?
Your tense relations stretching back
To ninety-four when all troubles were foreign
And Afghans weren’t under attack.
Pompeo rushes to the Middle East
To test the tensions of a tepid ally
That begins to boil in the desert heat
Among peace talks that have fallen by.
The Secretary aims to stop the fight
By pressing Ghani to put in ink
His contempt to win outright,
To give the Taliban a seat.
For months we have witnessed this act
Understanding we’ll never get back.
3.23.20 – COVID-19: A Struggle
SARS-CoV-2 sprung on us within weeks.
It’s corona, meaning its shape’s a crown
Due to its spiky projections that give
It access to our cells.
The virus spread and has not peaked.
Towns avoiding shutting down
When all we want to do is live
But now, all we hear are bells
Tolling for the ones we lost, they speak.
Non-essential work is gone—
But the docs and nurses we forgive—
The economy is but a shell.
Today the entire world is weak:
Alone together, bearing down,
Social distancing. COVID,
We will make it through this hell.
3.22.20 – Government Stimulus: A Haiku
It’s Dems versus Reps
And one thousand dollar checks.
All drowning in debt.
3.21.20 – Primary Shutdown
Democracy is at a fork
With two ways that it can go:
Take the left and stay inside
Or let the people vote.
COVID derailed Primary plans
With Biden in the lead.
Though the challenger has lost his Bern,
He has yet to cede.
Ohio and Kentucky—
And other states will soon—
Have postponed their elections,
Some as far as June.
Wisconsin could be next
To suspend democracy.
Do yourself a favor:
Just vote absentee.
This Is Just to Say 