Epilogue
Our minds are sanitised.
Our worries antibacterial.
Our dreams are non-biodegradable
piles inside paper boxes.
The grocery store owners
are poets.
There is poetry inside our
canned goods - a long overdue collection
ready to serve.
Read it, please.
An eulogy of a once infected heart
has decomposed;
now married with the earth
long after we lived.
Everyone's okay.
You're okay.
I no longer check the safety notification
button inside your chest.
In a glass window
of a fastfood restaurant,
I watched you dine together with your wife.
You pulled apart a wishbone.
Why put its soul back?
It's 4am when I started writing
this poem,
but I can still hear the echoes
of your midnight songs
asking me when the dawn will come.
-Cristine Despares
Epilogue | 2020 Quarantine Poem
So beautiful Tin, I think is a good moment to reflect and think about the stuff that matters and the stuff that can really calm us down for a few minutes.
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Pablo
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