Saturday, April 4, 2020

medicine and politics

a crowd
of one, or two
walk

by.
holding hands.

keeping their distance
from strangers

and other loved ones.

the sky is full of prayers.
knees
are calloused.

as bodies stack
up

like lumber, the forest
falling

in dozens. politics
and medicine

don't mix well.
a strange brew of fear

and anxiety
is everywhere.

1 comment:

Di said...

The knees are calloused takes me somewhere else. What can I say?
I guess I have a dirty mind.