Crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
- a poem about reports in the news that the Wuhan Coronavirus can be spread by people with no visible symptoms
Whether you're on a crowded train
Or at a bus stop sheltered from the rain,
Surrounded by people you do not know,
A gnawing feeling starts to grow.
Could the well-dressed passenger
Seated beside you be the danger?
Or could the hungry, homeless beggar
Standing nearby, make worries even bigger?
Alas, there's no answer to this nagging question,
Of how you can stay safe in this dire situation.
For you will by no means be able to tell
The inwardly sick from the outwardly well.
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