LAST GASP
A doe raises her head attentively
some of us stop what we're doing
she hears the sound
far better than we
For most it just blends in
with the rest of the
noise pollution
but for those who do take note
it mimics a cry in the wind
beneath the brainless bemusement
of the Cornhole Championships
one has been reduced to watching
as one dutifully
shelters in place
Some switch to Fox
or CNN to get the latest
from the All-Pandemic-
All-The-Time channels
We are all in this together...
comes up over and over
on the screen
but it's not the way
they'd have you believe
more like nervous strangers
trapped inside an elevator
and the doe and her ilk
are coming out of hiding
to reclaim the
deserted suburban streets
stolen from them
Hey children
what's that sound...
boot heels hit the ground
as we follow along
in lockstep
(at least as far as
the end of the patio)
And that cry in the wind
some of us
but far too few
heard was nothing
less than the
last
labored
gasp
of
ideals
we once held
sacred and dear
dying
the Greeks called it eleutheria!
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