it’s coming up on Easter and
earth sits in pandemic posture
tawny grass
naked trees
march wind blowing is dry
and we wait for vaccine rain injected
an IV of goodness pumped
into waiting world
like a baroque motet
all sincerity uncompromised un-ironic
to resurrect this patient in ICU
lulled by beeps and breaths faces covered by ppe
its coming up on Easter
but first the death must be complete
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