currents
into the new life
of an aware human doing,
that is caught
in the act of becoming
a responsible being-
T’was said,
comes the moment when-
living in and among a Virus thing-
carelessly sold and dropped?
from a Animal-Lab meat market-
in a land far-off far-far off
in the full hot sun-
it is expedient to guard life discreetly...
from the media that speaks Chinese
Fluently-
take caution: lips zippered, masks on-
gloves tugged, then slowly snugged on
gowns fitted then tucked in next to skin
HASMAT Suits Hip taped and belted fit-
then protectively WORN again and again
eyes suspiciously seek out connections
ears tuned to nouns and verbal perceptions
then talk...but no comments...
no comments, no comments...
none come calling in truthful response.
Not right away
for the steel Net is webbed
threaded in red silk-
and strongly connected
to perceptions tidal ebbs
no comments for one month
None at All are offered Nor Owned.
we don’t know we don’t know
didn't they tells us “we told you so “
we don’t know
what we can’t know ?
Mmmmm maybe...not but...
WE Don’t KNOW !
-NOTHING- !!!
nothing at all
ESPECIALLY
HOW to cure the dam thing !
BUT THEY KNOW-
Say the voices of the Non-Men
with gradient-green-CIA-eyes-
you see-
THEY see
although they are ignorant frogs, and toads
dressed in suits with wide lapels
wearing Red-Elephant-Republic-
Canned Pins.
fixed just so-in the wide right there.
just right-
just so-right there-
up close.
So you can see - their official authenticity*
So you know how really real this is-
or maybe is, or might be, or will be or can be -
or🤔
Can it really be ?
and rows and rows of talking heads
talk and talk...
speaking into mics all stacked up.
and all are very grim faced friends indeed.
no smiles or grins no nothing,
you want to see.
and I’m just a human doing,
staying home in the act
of becoming a responsible being
to all in this spot -of spots
we never new about, and couldn’t possibly see !
being a good seed, finding myself waiting-
and problems multiply like fleas, and I wonder
Who or What really did this to us ?
and Me-
and Karma holds all the Card options-
When can we ever walk free ?
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