The poem is based on my response to the Wing Assignment during lock down.  Coronavirus travels like a fart, we can’t see it and don’t know how deadly it will be.  From my reading of ’Staring in the Sun’ Irvin Yalom, I link overcoming my dread of death with the sun of life, creativity and sex. We all have bingo wings. As we get older, gravity sinks them further to the earth, and then we all die.