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corona virus, covid-19, Difference, division, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Separation, Unity
SPIKED
as if we did
not have
enough spikes
and spines
to divide us
keep
us apart
for there is pure
barbed wire
inside this virus
teaching us
to keep
safe distance
definitely
not to
touch
let alone
whisper sweet
nothings, breathe
poetry
into receptive ears, indeed
anywhere that
will listen
especially there,
yes especially there
and then
the descant
to this
song
telling us
stay open
keep
all closeness
infection
is the
purest
connection
at the end
of the day
of the
dark day
when we
have no choice
but to
huddle together
we can
at last
think
feel free
to think
perhaps
it was right
perhaps
it was right