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Adieu Abschied Proshchaniye I have the dreaded Covid I cough I sneeze Everything tastes bland I can’t smell the flowers Oh life You’ve forsaken me again With the borders closed Houses locked down I’m a prisoner In my own death He circles my bed With his foul breath His garbs Of mystery and menace Oh Its just the plague doctor Breathing gets harder Even with the ventilator That suck the life out Then pushes it back in Make up your mind Stupid machine Is it the black death? Or bat death Pass the point of caring As I won’t be here To write that poem After the plague If only They did What was done in old To close the playhouses After the first thirty In one week When even gods messenger To call it time Or stumps Is caught in quarantine I won’t get word Of my impending death Till long after I’m laid to rest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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