
Covid Pariah
by Mark Tulin
I am a Covid pariah, an uncomfortable outcast, an undesirable, a black crow, wild and untamed, solemn in a strange and foreign land where people don't care or show me sympathy I am despised, the lowest caste of man, a distant drummer who beats a solo rhythm, a laborer who earns nothing, a servant who isn’t welcome, a subhuman who is scolded and crucified I am an untouchable, lethal and fatal, viral and unsanitized, quarantined and isolated, sick with a high fever, hanging on each elusive breath, dying in a hospital of fools.
Sent: Jan 2, 2021
Categories: Poetry, The Second Wave, The Surge
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