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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Editors' choiceWritten on 2021-04-06 at 14:53
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