Marching Into May's Memoirs

MARCHING INTO MAY'S MEMOIRS May, here Many dead Memoirs to share Much more being said Maybe these man-hunt here and there Will be finally put to bed May's dues is due Many mates mumbles in fate, May we maneuver through Memories of many months Making mask most-sort after Such that moving without mask Is a risk more costly than face mask Why must man mingle through life, Are we living by the egde of a knife? New day reality? Don't ask Many homes have become enterprises, Houses becomes church premises, Marriage merriments melts away, Making any gathering a taboo, Many money mongers moaning this May, In dismay, corona holding sway more than we do Making mincemeat of mankind, Murdering my moonlight melodies not, Marinate my monthly muse. May's lockdown, Is it about to melt down? Mask is now the new identity, May's masking a must for mankind As we, all let loosed not scared of anything, Mumbly mulling over what we may find. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 3rd May, 2020.