A poem about covid

jesus fuck 

mother fucker

piss fuck dick

my fucking fuck

shit on all the sticks

YES alllll the sticks

'Hello, it's Wendy here, how are you doing"  "Oh i'm good, good, how are you?"the way we start every day.  

Then we hear the stories.

our tears trickle down drains

toilets, kleenex

whatever we can find

as we put on our faces

and punch the clock

fucking motherfucker cocksucking asshole

piss and shit and smears on the wall

We put the mask back on

"yes, yes i'm fine.  could you hold for a minute while i find my pen"

(don't disclose that you have 8000 hidden under your desk)

(that could put others at risk

of accusations of stealng

post it notes

i did not have sexual relations

with that woman)

the fear among us is increasing 

and we are jumping off cliffs

because the guy before us did it

and we have entered into a new generation

of terrified people.

--

Wendy Goldsmith

The Time is Now – Le temps d’agir!

www.greenleft.ca

London, Ontario, on the traditional lands of the Anishinaabeg, Haudenosaunee, Lenape, Attawandaron and Huron-Wendat peoples, at the forks of Deshkan Ziibi (Antler River), an area subject to the Dish with One Spoon Wampum and other treaties.

 

 for all you white nationalists out there, i have a fable for you. once there was a white nationalist and then he met a turtle. the turtle didn't like the white nationalist. the turtle went back the other way and didn't cross the road. the end