NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Eight

 

 

 

Pandemic School Bus

Billy kids klop right in

roomy yellow veal cages.

 

Put them all out before

they have to be kept. 

Children undisciplined enough 

to become their parents,

 

killing each other slowly

with mutual consent. 

 

Even the germ factories  

need to run on time.