April 8th, 2021
by Glenda S Wallace
Five-hundred-and-forty-seven thousand people
dead on the day they shot me
with a dose of Covid-19 vaccine.
It burned going in.
Burned a good few minutes.
But then I was fine, give or take
ten days of fatigue and flashes of fever
that felt like menopause.
It's better than Death or The Long Haul.
Three weeks after what some call The Jab,
I wear my mask and time runs fast.
Death still abounds never too far from the edges of MT,
but somehow the large losses are elsewhere.
Death is unmasked, and it hums like muzak
in an ancient elevator going down....
