No Clowning Around
39 out of 67!
That’s pretty good, right?
Who wouldn’t want to be batting .582?
Wait. You mean 39 of you have COVID-19?
Oh, 36. Three have already died. Well, that’s different.
Hang in there. At least the other 28 are symptom-free.
For now. I’ll bet they’re glad to be in that nursing home with you.
I’m sure the 28 staff who tested positive will be back to work
in no time. After all everyone in town wears a mask. (Wink, Wink)
There’s still time to thank the clown who told you,
over and over, not to worry about this little virus.
Just remember to put an X next his name
when you mail in your ballot.
Breaking news: 29 staff members and 39 of 67 residents at a nursing home two blocks
from my home, in this state capital with no mask requirement, in a state with no mask requirement, have tested positive for COVID-19. Three of those residents have died.
I have nothing but respect for those who are suffering and those who have lost their lives.
I have absolutely no respect for the posse of clowns we refer to as our leaders, those who have failed (and continue to fail, more than six months into the pandemic) to take the appropriate
and timely measures needed to assure that events such as this do not occur.
This poem is my response to dVerse Poetics – Clowning Around, the prompt from Lisa
at dVerse~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem using the word “clown.”