041210c Aftermath... Sickness Poem by Manonton Dalan
041210c Aftermath... Sickness
corpse wrap in bed sheets piled
along street waiting for transport
it’s been there for two days now
flies are feasting on blood drips
mixing with trodden dirt road
unknowing bare feet step on it
melancholic moment hangs low
quiet you can hear your heartbeats
people cover their mouth and nose
you can’t tell if they are crying
or afraid of airborne pathogens
this deathly scene must end
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