Monthly Archives: August 2021

Corona piques loudmouths
who doubt if she’s real.
They debate whether she can 
be trusted to kill.
Does she prefer old folks,
or will any one do? 
Can vaccines disrupt her,
or does she like them too? 
Does the color of your skin
determine your fate?
Is it true she likes poor folks;
in the rich she abates?

But Corona? Corona is quiet.
She empties the roadways
and crowded bars.
She covers your mouth 
in schools and cars.
She shoves tubes down your throat 
to help you breathe.
she shovels the dirt when
you succumb to disease.
Corona don’t care 
what your preacher thinks
as she silently weaves
through the towns and streets.

I walk with my dog 
on a Saturday morn.
I converse with the birds
not quite overworn 
with the sounds of cars 
and giggling voices.
Today they’re silent. 
This weekend is joyless. 
After pretending for months
she…