In the office where dark is catalogued
workers don’t fear the growing backlog.
Some places infected with pandemic
others thrive on full and dynamic.
The lights are on in heaven and hell,
business is brisk, all is well.
Trust your faith and magic
dying is not tragic
when it lands hard
in someone else’s yard.
© M Durfee
4/10/2020
Well we have another attempt at a 55 word poem, comment, statement, whatever as long as it is 55 words no more nor less in the body.
I personally like the format as it pushes one to the wall of succinct. If you do one link it to VerseEscape and appreciate the efforts of others. If you do not attempt to do one just appreciate them who do do one.
I salute you on this on, Mark. You get the feeling of doom and disconnection, of logic abandoned and science turned to superstition which envelopes us these days in every nuance here. "business is brisk, all is well.." indeed. Sharp and in your face as a nose swab. You nailed it to the wall with this 55. Thanks for playing, and try to remember what a kickass weekend is if you can.
ReplyDeleteI can't see it any better than hedgewitch did..This is spot on about where we find ourselves in this pandemic.
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ReplyDeleteThe insane are ruling the asylum, well written
ReplyDeleteI like the line--"The lights were on in heaven and hell" That says a lot.
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