They Speak Of Covid

In the forest, they leave me to die.
A disabled elder, useless & flawed.
The water called me, by name, to her side.


In my mouth, she tastes of heavy sighs
lavender, lemon, mint, and straw.
In the forest, where I was left to die,


lucious lascivious is the night sky.
A twerking orange moon inspires awe.
The water called me, by name, to her side.


Crows settle in, then the cranes fly.
A show better than Mardi Gras
in the forest, where I was left to die.


She said, Cry a bit, child, it is not your time.
When I send you back, you gonna feel raw
The water called me, by name, to her side


to give me a package for the ones who forget
the vulnerable among them they must protect.
In the forest, they leave me to die, but,

the water called me, by name, to her side.

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