COVIDENCE IS A PLACE IN TIME AND SPACE.

Covid minds under Covid skies
Febrile bodies, watery eyes from squeezed-tight lungs, they plead,
“help me”
The oozing eyes bleed, lips dare not try to speak. this must be death the thought occurs, where is the light, let me come.
Dead legs, dead arms, dead will and still the body hurts.

Tom tom tom bang like a kettle drum the head repeats and repeats, “I am the head that beats” like the energizer bunny sans energy..conundrum.
Yet,
fevered minds in fevered frantic dreams finds souls bunched together in panic, real or fake, Mama? is that you over there on the cart? is that the Panama Canal?
where am I?
Mama, oh my Papa, this is no way to die.

Silence. Sweet silence punctuated by a soft whirring sound, very very distant voices, floating in silence, always nothing upon long avenues of nothing. forgetfulness.

And then I rise still under Covid skies. the new nightmare of 2020 the first year of the “Decline”.

Welcome to the COVIDS.
DRIVERS KEEP LEFT.

4/2020