The Monitor

The red dot targets my forehead

Confirming to them I have no fever

Therefore I am now permitted 

To enter their  space thereafter

 

A curious ritual and technology

That determines my acceptance

To enter a place without apology

Measured healthy just by chance

 

Thankfully no device yet will

Monitor my heart and my soul

In such a  manner that authorities 

May measure I am acceptably whole





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-14 at 00:39

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