Black Death Survivors

By Lynn Ockersz

In those Dark days of yore,

The Grim Reap ran wild with his weapon,

And sooner rather than later,

Not many humans were standing on the planet,

Save carousing kings and queens,

Who in barricaded palaces,

Were sprawled out in drunken slumber,

And bumbling masters of manor houses,

Who hunted the Fair with burning hunger,

But several Black Deaths later,

What does one find,

But a survival of the old order –

For those behind stone walls of power,

Pandemics pose no terrors.