Soon Enough

Life as we've known it won't end this week
(Even if some of us wish that it would). It will
Fall back, be wounded, but it will recover,
And those who'd been privileged will reclaim
Their places, and those who'd been abject
Will grovel for them, and one warm meal will
Seem an impossible luxury to all the millions
Who've watched war surround them, and those
Who had hoped they could leave, only to be
Immobilized behind electrified fences, seeing
The ones who've been privileged eat foie gras
On crackers in cafes they might, one day, work
In, but never will patronize. After the poor
And the old all have died from this virus,
The lovely and wealthy will come out,
Like butterflies do out of dowdy cocoons,
And life as we've known it, in all of its ugliness,
Will have outlasted this week.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-03 at 02:42

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