The Coroner Virus

The coroner virus has set up in town.

He’s taking your pulse and your President down.

He makes the decision on how well you frown

And dangles the ghost of the hospital gown.

For him, wear your mask like a bad fallen crown.

Keep safe, don’t worry, in God-loss we drown.

In God-loss we drown, in God’s grace we rise,

His strength can deliver, surrender surprise.

To heal through decay, to wave off death’s lies,

He helps life through death, delight from demise.

All wisdom we have is God’s hand-me-down prize.

He Hand-signs the coroner off with the flies.

The coroner’s exit will make faces lift,

His post mortem’s barren but is God’s wise gift.