The Exclusion Zone

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

I am sure you have noticed it, too. People die
and the bereft go into strange quarantine. It is
not, of course, their grief we mean to contain,
sparing the frail and the hale alike. Even we
poor fools know better than that. No, the disease
is unease.
                 No need to panic: the stricken will hold
a hand to the keening mouth as automatically
as doctors snap masks on their breathing.

Wednesday, July 15, 2020