The Day The Clapping Died
Fortune-telling from the past
The day the clapping died
We breathed
A collective sigh
Immune
To the inescapable virus
That had wrecked our lives
And taken so many others.
The day we went outside
And the streets crawled with
New Yorkers
Of every shape and color
Comfortable in our own skin.
One day our nation cried
When this COVIDiot
Continued his human sacrifice
At this point, out of petty
Pointless jealousy
Or to save a few bucks,
I don’t know.
— c.f.fong
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