when covidconvicts touch
yesterday i drove up the dreaded bathurst st. home of
my live mother +my 31 yrs. dead dad a pilgrimage
grim+covid blame the powers that be for this bungled
travesty
orange don who certainly has covid-toes the thought
of which in addition to his haircovered bits is vomitous
then there is our own soft-talker a salt+peppered vampire
rubbing his hands together all snakeoil+slime
but i digress this poem is about the fallout the time is now
for otherwise healthy 90+ yr. olds to find themselves wheelchair
bound after being left in broomclosets in quebec
mother and i stood like convicts touching the virus-sprackled
window at her rez did u ever wonder why convicts touch their
hands to the glass? u better sit down
an electrical current passes thru the membranes! resulting in
instant imprinting upon death those very DNA particles lead
convicts + the gassed straight BACK to each other
my old mother cannot fathom why her formerly erudite neighbour
is slackjawed+demented this morning why it’s the covid mummy
the what??
THE COVID !!
oh
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Spring 2020 ..let us in..
