Plague

a blizzard with no snow

hurricane with no wind

tsunami with no water

a forest fire without flame

consumed by an invisibility

devastated by Fear as Sweeping as the Inferno

through Paradise

in time of plague

Change is the Word

so much left Untold

life as we know it always seen in rear view

as a sepia photo

a sweet memory of elder times

when life was Simple & Pure

Better

(in our minds’ eyes at least)

Before Plague

                After Plague

the Wall between Now & Then

is the Margin of our Despair

a malignant normality

in the quicksand

of the middle distance

we get so comfortable with walls  

a narrative of isolation

no Intimacy no Touch

the Ultimate distraction

a justification

Under the radar and in Broad Daylight

by mental predators pretending Transparency

creating chaos and calling it choreography

seeking ownership of reality

in their Absurd theater of Lies

we are all prisoners here

in the poisoned well

of The Great Unraveling

keeping vigil

in the desert of our national discourse

It’s Somebody’s Last Night

making conversation

but trying not to scream

© 2020 pamela twining