The Way The Virus Kills.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i got a friend
who left the manila for
chicago,

at first he was nosy
and noisy,

until one day covid
19 came and new york becomes
the epicenter of this
disease,

in messenger no matter
how i say hi or hello, i am
only met by his

deafening silence, and i
ask him what is really happening
to him, and

i am stil met by this deafening
silence,

i am about to meet his deafening silence
with my deafening silence too,

perhaps, it is called the hour,
the silence that we need, like the
way the virus kills.