Monday, May 25, 2020

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