Believe

the peak flattens..
and ebb stops flowing..
I still hear death rattles..
in corridors I'm knowing..
She has no symptoms..
Yet she's positive,
no shouting no whimpering,
Just complacency..hovering..
How do we know who's infected..
when they don't look ill..?
How do we know who"s
swallowed Corona ..
They all look the same in
Gods Waiting Room..
They have herd membership..
But it's not on the news...
How bright the sun shines..
on the righteous...
Today it is glorious..
and I must face it behind a mask..
the mask of doom..
the mask of smoke and mirrors..
We wear it though we know not why..