unwilling, unable to defy death, if someone
would only remind us all, the sequence of events
from transmission at the microscopic scale
to onset, development, denouement at macroscopic
perhaps these flouters would believe, or perhaps
they don’t care to know, want to squander, are willing
to lose all, numbly, whenever death says go
new hampshire plates read live free or die
change or to and, we casually mock death
again & again — eat, drink, drug, drive, dare
leave it to private & public service teams
to shoulder in after the binge, shovel the victims
choking & blind, into the siren-bleating vans
we’ve lost the art & the truth of dying alone
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