People, sallow skinned, 

eat inside 

curtained against august skies:

talk drifts ever over and again to dread, 

or admissions of ignorance and grief confess

fires and floods suffocate speech,

remaindering covid’s breathless aftermath,

the antidote prescribed to to those 

who must survive

without a sense of future

and little will to thrive,

to silent sentence, petrified. 

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