A new year went rogue
as misery became vogue.
With new plans on hold,
chaos descends in manifold.
Stripped and unshamed,
the new year is laid bare.
Each event unfolds untamed,
the effects a hazard flare.
Today is swallowed in yesterday,
tomorrow is smashed by today.
Whatever left is a nightmare,
a wild darkness bound to scare.
Each day is nude
while each week seems rude.
With the months without pants,
the year is a mistress abused by her servants.
Who will cover the naked year
from the scourge so near?
Who will allay her fears
and give her garment to wear?
Surely, her nakedness isn’t eternal.