Shelter in Place

It’s no go from the get
go, strumming a mordant
medley from the old days
when we danced with
abandon. Now we are
abandoned, God’s
silence deafens us
to each other, and the
fiddlers diddle a
familiar tune. Familiar
and deadly. Wake
up say those still
still small voices:
the Anthrobscene
is playing just north
of here and this is
just a taste of
what’s to come.

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Image: Tangled Tango (detail, 2018), by Susan Bee