It rises daily
On frontiers held hostage by death.
Piling up upon putrescence, alcoholic
Senescence regroups on formaldehyde,
Posting fumes on wreckages here and
Elsewhere among a frazzled earth.
Rashes develop on the skin of death,
Mangled by atomic leverage borne by
Lesions – scarred and bandaged on
White-and-blood crepes.
There’s sense in the senselessness of
Death toll, which rises despite formless
Formaldehyde, hiding in chests of humus,
Crumbs of air and saliva of waters.

'Here's the news':

Death toll rises.