Plague Songs - Haircut / by Rich Hobbs

Ten weeks dodging contagion from a barber

Has left me with Victorian Bishop’s hair

Until I sleek it back after the shower

And in the mirror a Victorian Liberal millowner

        Is now standing there.

You could pretend these chance tonsorial echoes

Mean something deeper about just right now

Either truths Utilitarian about Profits

Or Faith in God’s revealed Religion serving us better

        Than Science might allow.

39 Articles versus the Market:

Even boiled down to homeopathic particles

Both prick-tease with capricious inhumanity.

As of yesterday it’s killed thirty-eight thousand (that’s 974

        Extra deaths per Article).