spirits sag sluggish
our attitudes apathetic
people lie dying but we
are numbed by numbers
so we adjust our masks
try to control catastrophe
normalize the abnormal
turn off doom of news
cannot shut out reality
of one’s own mortality
seems life is too short to
realize all our dreams
of apocalyptic nightmare
social events cancel
celebrations zoom in
at least we can distract
ourselves with technology:
mind games of (anti)social
media, victims of porn
big bureaucracy grows
as the economy slows
churches shut down
yet abortion services
considered essential
we truly are sick
a poem in my pocket 