The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 99

DAY 99: Well? It's almost over -- the

pestilence, no that's going along fine, killing

methodically like a grim reaper machine, the quarantine

the lockdown, the hunker down, the hibernation

the hiding at home hoping the boogerman

won't find you -- did he? we'll know soon --

when they let us out, can we party?

they say no but we will anyway --will we

be animals running in a stampede

like shoppers on Black Friday?

I'll wait for you in the car -- can we eval-

uate, give ourselves a grade -- Cabin

Fever or Hermit Syndrome, which won out?

for me, the Hermit Syndrome won and is still winning

but I've always been an agoraphobic-introverted type

for you, though, it was Cabin Fever the winner

you're ready to fly, got plans for fun with friends --

no end --no end to fun, no end to friends -- no end 

to our nation-states, our human rights, our health

wealth and sanity -- all we wants is NO END

in sight -- and to see this we have to go outdoors

to check on who's left to look into the mass graves

and watch the lucky leave the wards, look up,
thank the stars -- if you keep hiding in fear, Hermit 
the Frog, you'll never know, never know any real news 
from the street, never know your friends, yourself,

your sanity.

The safe house was nice, but

it's time to leave. The sunlight
is bright, but it's alive.