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.