In... In... In... In... Out!
Nostrils are at war,
With airs that lingers still,
While dry throats harbours,
The shadow of death.
In... In... In... In... Out!
A viral air,
Spreading out like a peacock's tail,
Forcing flocks into isolation,
That birds may gasp for breathe.
In... In... In... In... Out!
Whirlwind storms the nostrils,
And heart suffers shock,
From the satisfaction of hungry lungs,
That slowly dies of thirst.
In... In... In... In... Out!
How does the lungs give it's breath away
And light up itself for a takeout?
Ask Covid19...
It has some explaining to do.
But if you ask me,
In... In... In... In... Out!
Is definitely not how to breathe.
#El_Magnifico™
(Published in "Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine #47")
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