The Firewall Is Down - Poem by Francie Lynch
An unexpected virus came
Diabolically and odiously.
Sniffles like missiles;
We will cough
Eyes itch with sweat;
Throats sound guttural warnings;
Muscles ache from making
The sign of the cross in European parishes;
The tentacles are spreading, grasping, holding hard;
A boy lies face down on the firewall
Like a tethered goat,
Invasive, infectious and deadly.
The body politic has been exposed,
Vulnerable and fallible.
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