I am certain Covid broke us.
Slid right in and commandeered
The anterior insular cortex,
Rendering it feckless.
The insidious vapors of virus,
Crept through grey pattern,
like fissures in Britain's fine china,
weakening vessels.
It challenged stoic cake-baking,
cheek-pinching Grandmothers
now weary, brittle like breath,
Mugged and stole delinquent affection.
Their confections and convictions
Dried up, gone to seed.
Their ovens long gone cold
Like their parting, parched mouths.
It rankled outliers rowdy with
drink, now shooting before sighting,
Shooting mouths,
Shooting hearts, shooting voices.
Explosive, shrapnel-laden fury envelops,
The hand that shoves the traveler,
The hand that slaps the lover.
The hand that pulls the trigger.
What do we lack, for nothing?
Our coffers depleted,
Our mouth's drier still
Without the stale Body of Christ.
Our god.
Our selves.
Our salvation.
dVerse Open Link Night
Madaket Muse 
This is actually the first poem I have seen on a topic I would have expected many more to have covered these last two years.
Superb, real, empathetic, sincere. Very well done.
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Thank you so much! I appreciate that you read it. (btw- your link doesn’t appear to work for me.)
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Powerful write! I am especially enamored of these words: “like fissures in Britain’s fine china, ” Just a superb image that expresses your observations here.
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Thank you so much! I appreciate that you read it.
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The side effects from Covid will be with us much longer than the physical symptoms. Well done.
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Thank you so much!
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You are welcome!
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I wonder too how it will change us in the long term… so much that is not going back to anything normal… sometimes good but never always.
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I guess time will tell. Thanks for stopping by!
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