Blindness Not Just The Eyes

 

Blindness Not Just The Eyes

I stand laughing and looking

You at the buoyant side of being funny

Your words trickle on the safe distance between us

The trick is to make it lasts longer

Longer than the recitation of arithmetic of pandemic

When to open doors, breath the fresh air

Without widening the hospital doors

More cases will enter, more deaths

We cry, pray without even hope of holding hands

There is already so much written about haste and finance

Lacking tests and more tests

They have deaf ears

Counting other types of numbers

Want the numbers bold and arrogant

Going deeper, poorer, much poorer in spirit.