we’ll get through this together
like:
billionaires drifting the
ocean on luxury yachts
or the rich flying to new
zealand in private jets to
‘end of the world’ bunkers
life’s too short to live
hiding smiles behind a mask—
liberate her face
mask covers her face,
buy a drink to see her full
lips—moist, inviting
do not wear a mask—
now, wear your mask everywhere:
government chaos
There is light at the end of
the tunnel. I see it faintly,
through weary eyes.
City Refugees
It is upon me now—the Virus.
I didn’t see it coming, didn’t
plan as well as I might have.
Others say they saw the signs,
but they really didn’t.
Might I leave the city?
Reporters and politicians, doctors
and scientists lecture me, from
pulpits deep inside my laptop,
‘we are all in this together’.
Are we?
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