the ironic poetry of disease

Posted: October 10, 2020 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 comprehend 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 along a shore
and the weary smiles of caregivers
handmaids of tragedy brothers under the skin
shiny with fever and sweat we build fires to light the night
we keep them burning until the next storm comes

the waters bring us what we must have

Comments
  1. Tony says:

    Well now, I feel better about everything.

    Like

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