My poem from 1/21
IF
If you knew the Covid 19 vaccine
If you bothered to learn
If you knew
You
Know
Wouldja still inject with a smile of pride at suicide
Yeah, wouldja do it, do it, do it till the State is satisfied
Wouldja really
If you
Knew
Do it
Unmasked
Ungloved
In Covid cattle pens six feet apart
Wouldja?
Not being Emily Dickinson I could not write her pre-Covid vaccine poem.
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
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Make Each Day, an Eternity.
Yes Michael you are on the money and solidly in the tradition of William Blake ----"those worlds of Eternity in which we live." Now time is on my side. Let's have lunch in SF.... let me know.