Vexxed

We remain in pandemic limbo,
A half-hearted sort of house arrest,
Forever unsure of the protocols,
At the mercy of those who choose to ignore
The commonest of common sense.
Meanwhile, at the other extreme,
I see dumbbunnies everywhere,
Masking it up where no mask is needed:
In wide-open solitudes, unpeopled plains,
And alone in their hard-shelled
Hermit-cabs.
What are they thinking? That a wayward fleck
Of virality will whiffle by
And alight on the sill of their succulent lips?
Like war heros stitching medals to skin,
They are absurd;
Their futile armoring is nothing but
Mud in the onlooker's eye,
The declaration: I rate more than you.
I want to strangle them.
The antisocialization roils on,
The alienation--a vile contagion possibly worse
Than nature's culling--
Continues to erode our former unity,
As fragile as that was.