The Time Behind Masks

The Time Behind Masks


From the far eastern sky
Arose a viral sun
Set to scour and devour our lungs.
Ignited by a conceited lie,
Unaware of tainted breath,
Spreading the scourge of death.
Thus ensuing
The time behind masks
Where a future, consumed by the past,
Was enduring
The lack of identity
And the truth of humanity.
Both fear and greed
Arose with horrific intent.
Civility, once the establishment,
Was shuttered and ceded;
Thrown to the gutter
Where our specters shuddered
At the prospect
Of life amongst our brethren
Spreading the contagion.
This loss of contact,
An apocalyptic entrapment,
Rendered us ghostly remnants
Of that whom
We had once aspired.
Hidden from truth, from touch inspired,
Sealed was this doom.
Our finale fostered an anguished depth
Of one final and fatal labored breath.

Legion
15APR20

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

These last two years have been very trying for everyone, and tragic for some. And still the Covid beast is among us... mutating and letting us know it has not gone away! At least the vaccines have improved things. But then again, some people refuse to have any vaccine! I no longer wear a mask, unless I am entering a place where they say I should wear one. A good topical poem!

[pal]

Good one. Keep it up.
Pal