the ironic poetry of disease

Posted: January 17, 2016 in Uncategorized

the world we are immersed in seeks to repel us

we are not wanted here disease speaks the truth

the unvarnished virus does not equivocate

the natural order of things cannot be disobeyed

argue with one another if you will the wolf bites back

the lost cannot pay attention even as they are devoured

 

a tidal wave drowns the sky but the tide goes out again

the sun comes up to reveal strewn wreckage on the shore

and the weary smiles of caregivers

handmaidens of tragedy brothers under the skin

we build fires to light the night in fever and in sweat

we keep them burning until the next storm comes 

 

the waters bring us what we must have

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Comments
  1. Bob burkhardt says:

    Brooding and dark

    Like

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