Blind Eye

sunrise through dust

they say a bad wind blows

along the Silk Road

rumors of death

as common as the sand

drawing blood

a plague doctor points

to the grey sky

thundering clouds

rows of hospital beds

replace verdant grass

all night lit and buzzing

the pharma skyscraper

in Wuhan

a new uncertainty blooms

while we turn a blind eye

*Published in the 2020 edition of Under the Basho (Linked Forms section)

*Written by Roman Lyakhovetsky and Tiffany Shaw-Diaz