Corona -Vorona Days-Ways
Sandeep Kumar Mishra
Humanity caving in corona motion
I as sea mouse back to my hide-hole,
an alarm every morn, in bed to ignore
what seems like minutes are hours
week and weeks in hibernation
Am I a little lonely bear?
Homesick in my home
put in non Covid-19 home jail
It feels a creepy clown chasing me
or I am being cornered by zombies,
I work from green home in red zone world
log on for socialising, switch on to remote voice
My body robots repeat eat, sleep and eat
Is breakfast still breakfast if I have it at 12 ?
Is dinner still dinner if I have cookies for tea?
I blink my eyes, focusing in on the horizon
as if concentration will transport me another place,
Did I just see a butterfly land in that flower?
When kookaburras flying over empty streets,
do they know what is happening to us?
Am I noticing more than I did before?
As lungs feel clear, birds are now planes,
we venue out of the house to
the garden and back in again,
it’s made all of us hermits
the sky is blue now, or is it just me?
now I understand less means more
Relentless panting of traffic and people
is now marathon conscious breath,
we shop to track down others health,
sanitizer in the pockets with face masks
sneezing a way to attract attention,
Corona warriors on the front line,
but some people still curse and cry
This thing is non-fiction- health vs economy
even the fiction is dark, but there’s still music
Covid-19 is a hydra- headed challenger
to our modern modality to wake up
buying cheap tack from cheap labour
I wonder why I feel a sense of guilt
when I see others suffering while I am not,