Some will want the flight,
to escape that which they cannot change.
Some will want the fight,
to champion rights, to talk of sheep.
Some will want to freeze
like a small crab on the sand
caught in the light of a midnight crabber.
Numb escape so close.
Cool dark surrounding sand.
Just one blink....
And then we're gone,
like the half-million souls in this world
found by a sneaky new virus
that inflames
all it touches
with long-term
lingering effects.
...Onward.
GSW
