And on the bough of grate arrest Sat a lady with toweled unrest And with it a notebook Black as soot Parched and swollen Stomped, a black boot And through the Pandemic she wrote and she wrote About fears of her body being crushed by the throat With it came sorrows when her family was good Surrounded by friends online and much food Surrounded by parents by brother the like Still she felt trapped Still she sought light In a dungeon of her own making Born of sweat, slime, and drink Harrowed and shaking Ghastly to think That this isnβt the end Nay, only beginning Stuck in her bedroom like a warped castle hanging Velvet ropes shuttered her eye And garden troves shuttered her thigh And brains pumped by news All of the time, er, all of the time So she shut out the world As impeachment enclosed Across the country Dead justice rose Not zombies nor corpses not copses the like Send her the script of a worn phantom tike She once was a child, now she airs thirty In ere few years, will she be worthy Of the spite and malice Of the spit and chalice Of the whirlwind that adulthood becomes, Leering its awful tight grin Pale teeth embedded into her skin She wishes, oh she wishes she ere a child again! How many a time now has she dreamed of escaping Lockdown, social distancing, shelter in place, resisting Once a grand circus, now deserted incased Once crisis inverted, now heavens did race The lady waited The lady prayed The lady wished, and hoped and brayed The Albatross which was wrapped round her neck Not by rope but by feathers So weary and pecked The actual bird wrapped its corpse round her throat But she slayed it, sliced the dead bird clean off! And let it sink into the dirt and decompose to rot There goes the rhyme Blessed and recoiled Well in her prime She feels so old, so boiled But the Albatross A great wanton flight Unusual, still That mates for life And carries no strife Still, she swung in the knife And released its rolling sore Now it burdens her no more And then the lady mariner saw the light!