other people’s problems…

their tears and sadness
should not disturb your night’s sleep
sounds outside your door
should be ignored but you might
have to lock doors tomorrow

 

old friends…

sounds
of
night traffic
pulsing along
urban roads
have replaced
warm laughter over
dinner debates
debates
on
everything
but
not on
what
defines friendship
that
was
known
and
required
no
amendments
to
what constituted
why
we
loved
one another
but now
an
emptiness
a
fading out
into
the arid landscape
of
time
where
a grave stands
unattended
for
all those
who
cared
are
gone
so this
grave
bearing
my
name
will be
drought-stricken
no
tears
from
those
i
loved

 

covid-19 obituaries…

among the dead
a child
someone’s mother
as well
as
loving fathers
oh
and
grandparents
too many
to
mention
by
name
but
you know them
they were
your friends
neighbors
and
colleagues
they
perished
well
were
politically sacrificed
for
fascist ideology
and
delusions of grandeur
delusions
unrestrained
by
those
desiring
political supremacy
supremacy
over
duty to nation
sworn duty
but
it seems
a person’s
pledge
is
not
nearly
as
important
as
their purse

 

identity theft…

let’s not count the dead
we should read each name aloud
honoring souls lost
rather than some statistic
to be filed and forgotten