The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 68

DAY 68: Hey kid, why are you crying?

Why why do you cry?

60,000 dead and rising.

That's a big number, but they

were mostly old and weak, weren't 

they? Did you know any of them?

I knew them all, all 250,000 --

nationality don't count --

I knew them, so I cry, but I

got a question for you, mister.

Shoot, girly.

Why are you not crying? What

are you waiting for? A pandemic's

not big enough, bad enough, sad 

enough? How can you talk about 

numbers, about reopening -- the show 

must go on, is that it? You know

you need to stop, sit in silence, remember

cry for the dead and sick in pain

cry for each one, observe 

a moment of silence for 

each sweet worthy person,

as you say, per head (head count), 

equals how long, smart guy?

by the way, where is your heart?

where are the flags at half-mast?
where is the black crepe, the black armbands?

where are our leaders on their knees?

when does the whole human race

start to grieve, mourn, tear our

clothes and not let go? --

refuse to let go of even

one of us, carried away in

the flash flood,

the flash flood of tears.