sunrise through dust
they say a bad wind blows
along the Silk Road

rumors of death
as common as the sand 

drawing blood
a plague doctor points
to the grey sky

thundering clouds
rows of hospital beds
replace verdant grass 

all night lit and buzzing
the pharma skyscraper

in Wuhan
a new uncertainty blooms
while we turn a blind eye 

by Roman Lyakhovetsky & Tiffany Shaw-Diaz