Standing Ovation Poem by Zachary Hoyt

Standing Ovation



breathing plagues is captured through your lungs
shuts down the main receptors, infestation has begun
the virus is spreading, jumping to oneself to others
the aroma of plague dancing in the air
with the pureness singing with the end
seeing the end, is something that cant be pretend

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Zachary Hoyt

Zachary Hoyt

Hudson New York
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