Pandemic Poem #37

BDC, 5.5

Are you going to be

the same person

at the end of the pandemic

as you were

at the beginning?

If so,

I’m not sure I want to know you.

The engines of

two FedEx cargo planes

boasting full bellies

drone through thick humidity

with every ounce of energy

they can muster

to get aloft

over the cornfield and barbed wire below.