Poetry in a Pandemic: Acclimated to chaos
Wrapped in illusions, living vicariously
By electronic means, we are not aware
How rusted and rotted are the skeletons
That bear the weight of our communal life.
We fought for freedom and shredded
Every limit, tolerating no rein
On human desire, eventually finding
Much inhumanity in desire.
Our defenses lie in ruins.
We have, in our wasteful way.
Discarded those constructs, those mirages
Upon which we built the steel and concrete
Evidence of a common human identity,
An identity we have found no enduring will
To save. Not so much losing as capitulating,
We have become acclimated to Chaos.
Anita Dees bakes cookies and lives in New London.
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