Corona: from the Latin for crown, or garland, or wreath.Corona: a cigar, a city in California, a beer, a sublime (sublimity suggests beauty, yes, but also fear) sun- or moon-nimbus-halo. But, yes, Corona, COVID-19, a pandemic virus prismatically defined (or is it?) in William Heyen's lyric that ends, as first spoken here before it ramifies, before it mutates, with our "riv- / en heart, love." We notice his broken end-rhyme. And we share, by way of poem after poem, our condition of what Shakespeare's Hamlet laments as "The heartache and the thousand natural shocks / That flesh is heir to." And...