Attaching Blame (Poetry)

They’ve got to find something to blame —
they’re clutching wild at straws
no theory reasons quite the same
they can’t agree on cause

They think it’s dogs that fed on bats
excusing pangolins —
some strange exotic creature that’s
in Chinese medicines

They’ll have to find the culprit soon
or else they’ll die in doubt
with numbers climbing to the moon
and few who dare go out

Contagion rules — it’s out of hand
survival is the game
they’re playing as they scour the land
for anything to blame