Per­haps we are too close to the mon­u­men­tal moment in his­to­ry to ful­ly appre­ci­ate just how to approach it in poet­ry, but the poets are writ­ing about this pan­dem­ic in the way that poets must — to find lan­guage to chart the sen­ti­ment of the time. ​“April Moon”, by Cathy Song, fix­ates on the need for gen­uine ten­der­ness between those who are sur­viv­ing — an act of choice and con­trol, in the midst of the uncon­trol­lable swirl of loss orbit­ing about us. ​“Grace will­ing” she writes, ​“we will remem­ber.” This seems like a fit epi­taph for a poet in these times.