Bad Blood
April 14 2023
During the shutdown
when contagion emptied the streets
and we lived in fear
of each other
the walls closed in.
So while we missed people,
were forced too close
to the ones we most love.
Time dilated,
passing slowly
but recalled as a blur.
And rather than self-discovery,
found ourselves
frustrated and bored.
The finger-pointers
and minimizers,
the disposable old.
The exhausted first responders,
long haulers
who suffer still.
The changed lives
that changed in different ways.
A new normal
as bad as the old
if never quite the same.
For the time being
opened-up.
At least until the next big thing.
If not infectious disease
then war, green-house heat
human perfidy.
Drought, hunger, flood.
Fear and hate
and the spilling of blood.
Because there's always something.
And no normal anymore
if ever there was.
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