Numb-Out

At the back of my palate Near the top of my throat Lies a region as holy As the blood of a goat Now feeling numb Insensitive to scent I wonder just where My smell mojo went Will COVID return it? Can olfaction come back As piercing and strong As a hammering jack? It comes in quite handy In professions like mine Where years have been spent Designing a fragrance line Cheese tastes like rubber Soup like salt slurry Coffee’s thick water Hurry, nose, hurry! Once you’re back in my life I’ll be sure to cherish Your powerful gifts Till the day that I perish Perceiving dimensions Sensing textures and pitch My nose, bump and all, Has made my life rich For granted I took it Even knowing the threat Now it’s on strike And I’m starting to fret “Wait a week,” they all say And I don’t have a choice By next Wednesday, I hope, I’ll partake in rejoice!