Social DistancingA Poem by Wilyem Clark
. . . is the worthy buzz wordiness of the day,
But people are already too isolated, Too "into" themselves, Too enisled in cushy, sedentary clefts, Inverted croquembouches, Too easily riled by interruptions, Not at all accustomed to interdependence-- I wipe your fanny, you wipe mine. Knee jerks most of them, who
Are rapid to condemn, Whine about inconvenience, Post guards at the gates, Vilify their neighbors, Shed teardrops for the Dow, Would never touch a stranger Under any circumstances, anyhow. At home among the hoarded rolls Of toilet paper, jugs of souring milk, Crates of rotting fruit, bags Of waist-exploding salty treats, They flop and moan and defecate, Guzzle billions of video gallons from The gushing, onrushing Internet streams. Motionless, safe in this paradise Of risk-free blanditude, So happy now, why should they ever Stir again?
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Added on March 20, 2020 Last Updated on March 22, 2020 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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