Social Distancing

Social Distancing

A 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?

© 2020 Wilyem Clark


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Added on March 20, 2020
Last Updated on March 22, 2020

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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I'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..

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