Coronavirus #4

the headache, the sore
throat, the diffident
casual pub crawlers

the reactionary shouting
from a pick-up truck
about the mask hoax and
inalienable rights

the salted neti pot
heated, a heated online
discussion, the throat sore
from explaining

[RK, 1/5/2021]


Coronavirus #5

Four horsemen tackle the
logistics of relationships.

One wields a scythe, obvious.
One wields a sword, obvious.
One wields syringes, strange.
One wields packets of love letters.

I collect canceled stamps
and photograph reflections.
I am criticized for my silence,
condemned when I speak.
I’m told these are inappropriate behaviors.

I wish I had a horse, a medieval castle,
strong knees, and magical powers.
Those rough beasts slouch forward.

Where is the weapon for
spiritual warfare?

[RK, 1/5/2021]