Two big numbers are in the news lately: we are hitting about 1.5 million vaccinations per day, and we passed 500K deaths early this past week. Poet Mark Fishbein honors both in this, our 39th poem.
Shot In The Arm
In the antiuniverse Help is on the way: immunoglobulin. Today they have injected some into my arm. Now microscopically, and unknown to me, An army of antibodies sharpen their teeth, Angry barracudas hungry for a COVID snack Y shaped savages in the electron microscope. I feel that I have been marooned for a year; A year lost when you are “elderly” is a year lost. At last a rescue ship is seen, but with torn sails. The daily numbers flow like a lottery, The graphs of the dying and the infected, Corpses filling ice trucks in the parking lots, The photographs of the family members Warning the world the COVID is real, Eyes of the nurses, tears on their masks, Names posted on the hospital walls Of loved ones who died alone. After a war, the wounded return home And stay up nights to remember some carnage. But we are still at war, despite I have a cure: The state of alert and death surrounds us all. Yet let us sanctify with silence. My 98 year old mother among a half million gone. So many unwelcome deaths. Let us remember them, Not by hopes, not by prayers, but with a silence That the heart wears like a coat of wordless lament. Let us have a requiem in silence For the dead and the dead to come.
©Mark Fishbein – 2021
Mark Fishbein has been writing poetry for over 50 years, and he is also a classical and brazil style guitarist. He hosts two weekly Zoom writers workshops, POTF (Poets on the Fringe) and DC Poetry Workshops, which publish anthologies and give readings. He also hosts poetry readings on Eventbrite, the next being Feb 28, which include 20 poets using the share file on Zoom to display their poems while reading them, a unique way to engage in virtual poetry events. He has five books available on Amazon. For info- www.poetwithguitar.com (workshops or events) or email firstname.lastname@example.org.
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