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1000 in a single day…

One thousand people
passed away in just one day
souls in flight and gone.

One thousand hearts stop
one thousand families cry
for just one more day.

Yet anti maskers
cry of lost freedoms, crowding
us closer to death.

Their loved ones will mourn
when they lie alone and dying
viruses don’t care.

That siren sound.

i hate this nasty new disease
this virus that imperils each breath 
that has me reading portents in a sneeze,
and peering round corners looking for death. 
did you know sirens have a dying sound
a sort of fucked up banshee wail? 
it’s the sound of a life winding down
as the body of a neighbor begins to fail. 
every day we hear the lazy cry 
as the ambulance crawls to a stop 
at door of another family nearby
waiting for the final shoe to drop. 
you feel a shameful creeping disbelief
as the stretcher moves up another’s walk 
and your shoulders sag in relief
when the siren moves on up the block. 

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M. Morehead  – 4/26/2020