The Stats Rising

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I keep telling myself - these figures are the ones tested and confirmed. World-wide scientist and doctors stumble over the words "There are many more not tested yet." I cried today--so many will die. NPR did interviews of survivors of the 1918 Chinese (Spanish) Influenza. Not enough coffins: bodies stacked in trucks. 2020 bodies stored in ice rink. 
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Friends and relatives are wigging out claimed they has it last December. Okay - felt like it nearly killed you. Flu kills too and more people than CV-19 so far. We have a student heading for the NBA. Last Mother's Day he came over to me, said nothing, and kissed me on the cheek. It was the best expression of condolences for Shahida's death that I ever received. I thought of that today and cried. The big boo hoo, I call it.  

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It is okay to cry, female or male; a pressure valve to keep you calm. As poets, we must be strong for others and for ourselves. It is our calling to write truth no matter how high the stacks of bodies climb. Be prepared, I tell myself. This is just us entering the front door and the living room is full.

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~S~

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