Greet me. Release me. Hear me breathing like bleeding behind the mask I wear to conceal and reveal the quiet fear that festers beneath.
It settles on lips that quiver a prayer soft but powerful enough to spread disease if my mouth were not muzzled,
if I didn’t fall in line – join the masquerade by unjoining everything.
Tree blossom buds burst forth from branches with relentless impudence of hope against hopelessness. Blades of grass stand tall in the shadows of no passersby, certain against all uncertainty. Onward still this beast beats inside gorgeous lungs that breathed dreams and love deep into soft weathered souls as many extinguish with the promise of Spring outside the windows.
We all underestimated the veracity of Mother Nature as she shook us off her weary back and bent down low to retrieve her crown and rule with an iron fist. Still I watch her with raw, aching want from behind finger printed glass.
Who by upheaval and who by plague? Let us tear our shirts and sit low and lonely. Do not gather in ten. Do not round up the men to pray. In rainwater do not immerse
it will unholy your holy.
Dip not your finger in your glass of red wine lest you count an eleventh plague
inside your mouth. Feel the chains of slavery again as we celebrate redemption around long empty tables.
Relent to the fate of the universe as the wandering people cannot wander closer than 6 feet apart. Eat the unleavened bread but say the prayer for the Day of Atonement.
Alone together say there was darkness and then there was death.