Inspired by the poem ‘Knives Whistle’ by Sherwin Bitsui (Poem-A-Day website)
A hand reaches to touch
longing for a touch
of the softness of others
but finding only the air of nothingness
withdrawing from reality
the hand reaches for the hardness of
all that is still left
plug, switch, keyboard, touchpad, mouse
finding only microbes fighting
bacterium, viruses, and
molecules of skin
of the softness that once was
humanity lost
subsumed by the number three
by a world at war
with an unseen enemy
By The Silly-Savvy Salopian, 19th March 2020
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