Jun 5, 2021

Killer cops. Covid. Finches


we saw the policeman put his knee on the man’s neck

this was on tv, this was on facebook

we saw how death slowly filled the man’s body

and then he died  

and inside our hearts we all died, too   

just a little   

ok, maybe more than a little   

maybe a lot   

-jobe 


A time of disease, people are dying by the thousands. Hundreds of thousands. The pandemic. Grief and fear are in the air, yet so is the sweet fragrance of my jasmine, my roses. Finches appear for the seed that I scatter. Life and death perform a mad dance in these times. And in all times. Blue sky in springtime. 

-jobe



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