When the World Ran Out of Everything
when the world
ran out of
everything
hugs, handshakes and cuddles
were no more
there was COVID
the nineteenth offspring
of eighteen previous pathogens
a mutation for the nations
picket fences were gone
and even the plentiful
lacked
in embraces
a chicken stood a chance
hidden somewhere in the
coops of a semi
red meat became
Navy beans
overnight
freedom was
an endangered gift
where death rested on
the doorknob
love must be made
within the limits
of social distancing
and so,
you miss the touch
so preciously shared
before the world ran out of
caresses.
3/21/20
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2020
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