Dots In The Land
where people used to stand
now dots in the land
one for each soul moved on
perhaps to a great beyond
voices silenced for good
life ending before it should
now dots in the land
as we reach out our hand
trying to hold on to the breath
that left you with your death
never to come again
it’s over before it began
they said it wasn’t their fault
as they killed you without an assault
refusing to give a shit
or even to really admit
that they were a hypocrite
or quite lacking the wit
to know enough to not commit
that wearing just a bit of knit
was not showing a submit
rather it was to stop the transmit
of a virus that continues to span
creating dots across the land
This photo of the front cover of The New York Times hit hard yesterday and I laid in bed thinking about those dots well after I should have drifted to sleep. So I grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper and this short poem poured out. I think I’ll tweak a bit and going to add for a last minute addition to my upcoming book “This is 2020: a poetry continuation” - the second part to “This is 2020: a poetry collection”
