died this morning, 12:30 AM
the ninth of my friends
who died this year
the Covid snake is gaining ground
I look back and see fangs dripping with fresh blood.
Stay away from me you evil monster–yet it keeps sliding rippling faster on the ground.
I want to live and so did they.
“Aren’t you satisfied. Haven’t you had enough to eat!!!
He raised his head began to speak.,.,.,.,
I have children. They grow faster everyday. I cannot rest till all are fed.”
I must not look back. Too much time is wasted. He will get me if I falter.
I must develop wings and fly.
January 15, 2021
*an anonymous name. in order to protect.
After attending the Green Poets workshop of Beyond Baroque in Venice in our zoom class. I revised this poem according to suggestions…here it is in revision…