Death Goes On

Besieged by plague 300 days and more,
confined by house arrest and shut away,
we’re trying to comply, though we abhor
the masks and empty restaurants. We pray
for rescue by the science, and ignore
the claims of idiots. But yesterday,
amid the myriads that Covid kills,
we lost a relative, from other ills.

(Ottava Rima)

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