if there is nothing human
about humanity
what's to save
it's not the pandemic
that keeps us separate
it's the dehumanization
and the demonization
the demoralization
we heap upon each other
no poet
can survive the lack
of friction
between their lives
and the lives of others
this artificial suspension
of everyday life
wrapping ourselves
in tight-lipped tolerance
or inflamed outrage
does nothing
but extend the isolation
the flimsy rope bridges
that cross the chasms
of derision
sway in the winds
of anarchy
those still able
and are willing
to communicate
must.
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 12:49 AM UTC
if there is nothing human
about humanity
what's to save
it's not the pandemic
that keeps us separate
it's the dehumanization
and the demonization
the demoralization
we heap upon each other
no poet
can survive the lack
of friction
between their lives
and the lives of others
this artificial suspension
of everyday life
wrapping ourselves
in tight-lipped tolerance
or inflamed outrage
does nothing
but extend the isolation
the flimsy rope bridges
that cross the chasms
of derision
sway in the winds
of anarchy
those still able
and are willing
to communicate
must.
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