Creativity falls by the wayside
its insignificance highlighted by our own mortality,
just a mote of dust inside this vacuum of disparity…
We view the culling of our dreams by those who dare to speak
—yet no one can predict a frame nor forecast its peak
so we follow stringent guidelines while we wait for this to quell
and watch those on the frontlines trying to navigate through hell.
The pollsters play their politics while living in denial,
and cast their stones against the bones of those who’ve lost this trial;
it’s hard to win a war against a foe that no one sees,
as we wallow in the mire of this new reality.
Another day turns into night, and I remain unscathed
stuck inside this petri dish where all await their fate.
As each one holds to their beliefs while keeping social distance
I pray our better angels find our pathway to resistance.
© Ginny Brannan2020
Title borrowed from R.E.M.
Photo credit: David Parham, taken at Lakelawn Cemetary in his beautiful hometown city of New Orleans. Used with expressed written permission.
Thank you, my friend!!
NaPoWriMo 2020
Ginny - this is simply wonderful! Both technically, and in its message. You are a light in the darkness, and while going through so much more than most of us. I hope you stay safe and well, my friend. And I hope Ray stays safe too. xx
ReplyDeleteReal angels come in many guises.The kindness of strangers often bestows angel wings upon the most unlikely specimens of humanity...
ReplyDeleteStay safe, and keep well.♥