Tuesday, April 21, 2020

At Your Door

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



At Your Door

When it happens to someone else’s child

Someone else’s mother or father

It remains a thought without true feeling

An inconvenience a minor bother

 

But when it closes in to circle you

When it touches those you know and love

Then it cracks your very core

It gets real when it’s at your door

 

It stuns when it comes in naked numbers

You fill with rage as it strikes you dumb

The sheer volume knocks you to the floor

But it gets real when it’s at your door

 

It is one thing when death has a number

It’s another when it has a face

The heart demands: what is it for?

It gets real when it’s at your door


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