RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES
Stasis
The ability to sleep a hundred years
And awake with all intact
When hard and tragic times
Sweep over us like an ancient curse
Leaving mother and child in despair
Spreading gloom like an endless night
Turning brother against brother
Sister against mother
Father against son
Friend against friend
In relentless waves of woe
When the well runs dry
And all the money is spent
When there’s nothing but the blues
And you can’t pay the rent
When you go to sleep hungry
And there is no better news
How much longer must we endure
Before entropy ensues
We need to take a break
An extended pause in time
Freeze everything in place
No more hunger
No more debt
No more evictions
No more clouds of sorrow
A declaration of stasis
Like a reprieve from fate
Put all our problems on hold
Everything can wait
Like Rip Van Winkle
In that old fairy tale
Sleep for a hundred years and
Wake when all is well
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