A Bedood by Sy Roth

 

Metropolis automatons shuffle to their homes.
A bedood of self-imposed acclimatization
As the roseolaed sphere wreaks havoc
Hacking at the plague images that riffle through them—

And like innocents confined
They whine and cry
As the watch their wealth swirl and eddy
Along the filthy gutters
Glugging down drainage pipes
Buried beneath their city.

The world has passed them by
Alone
Quarantined
Socially distant
Waiting for the horned toad to do its deed
Glued to their tv sets,
Their listening devices
For the steady drumbeat of updates
In words and chirons
That make circumstantial loops along their consciousness.

Expectant parents waiting for some glimmer of hope
Followed by the good news that there are
ten toes and ten fingers
And permission to join in the march of life
Back into the mainstream of anonymity
Six inches apart
Away from crooked elbows
And fetid face masks
To hug and feel others’ beating hearts
And the soft, warm flesh of them
With eyes that glimmer with giggles
And smiles that end in kisses
And drafts of green beer
Revelation that there is another day
Without the bristling orb,
An angry imp of the perverse
At the end of the walk.

©2020 Sy Roth

 

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Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.

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