Building 345a

"Report to building 345a, at 1140am, wear a mask."


I stood for a long while.
I queued, in a human string
Waiting for immunity

Part of a chain,
With bonds that make us one
Each link with its own unique chain of DNA

But non of us immune, yet, so -
I threw my impatience, in my glance, all over
the pitiless stark walls, I saw rooms

It went like this..
A square empty room
Each wall, four double plugs
3 similar walls
A sliding electric door

Move down the queue
A square, empty room
Each wall, etc etc

Move down the queue...

And there and then Realisation.

This is not just building 345a
This was a king punch of Almost

Almost where this string could be

Imagine:-


Each wall, four double plugs
Four beds
Four respirators
Four nurses
Your mother, father, sister, daughter (you fill the gaps) struggling for the breath that once was so sweet and easy
3 similar walls
A sliding electric door

Move down the queue





Into a hall of what might become of the collective




Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-04-06 at 14:53

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Apocalyptic visions for these bleak times. Well written with great drama!
2021-04-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You write devastatingly.
2021-04-06