“The
piers are pummeled by the waves;
In
a lonely field the rain
Lashes
an abandoned train;
Outlaws
fill the mountain caves….
“Unendowed
with wealth or pity,
Little
birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting
on their speckled eggs,
Eye
each flu-infected city.”—English poet W.H. Auden (1907-1973), “The Fall of Rome,” The Nation, June 14, 1947
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