Pandemic Nothingness (a poem)

There’s unreality in this isolation –

survivalists buy ammo, preparing for what?

In ancient times, this was an act of God –

a scourge caused by our sinfulness,

we’d bow at altars and beg for forgiveness.

Today, we fear nothingness.

Can we prevent self-destruction?

We have a capacity for kindness but an

unending self-loathing and thirst for violence

that will swallow us whole one day.

(Photo by Elti Meshau on Unsplash)


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