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waiting for the pills to kick in
a little Ode to Covid
with
shiny eyes
and
a head behind
a
snuffle bug
mutter
through razor blades
consider
the anaesthetic lozenge
the
sleepy pill, the wakey one
a
chill and burning up
I
know my blows
pile
hanky high
o
Velcro virus, multi-pronged
what
is it you want of me?
such
a pretty microbe too
you
could be a bath toy
space
ship
though
no one can see you
there’s
definite alien aspect
if
bones must be broken
at
least fillet me
take
them out
will
pill shake ache?
I
must maintain hydration
and
vitamin placebo
I
know I know
the
organ recital
this
sorry for yourself is a full time job
and
is it as bad as all that?
will
poetry preserve me
or
other way around?
I
keep a cloud in mind
for
occasion
and
thanks for your fond wishes
I’m
sure we’re about to be well
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