—IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER

 

 

Yellow Mama

 

Had a dream  

the pandemic

never ended

and angels

fell like ash

through the

concussed air

but you

weren’t there

to catch them

while I remained

sequestered in

an electric chair 

conscience too weak

to fight clean

or play fair

and there were

crowds watching

without masks

children slurping 

ice cream

tossing vulgarities

until someone

started the countdown

as cheers pinged

off the walls

near sundown

volts shot through me

an acrid plume

smoke screen

filing the room  

blinding everyone

ending all our fun

ending all our fun