Hunter who has studied us
One who knows our ev’ry like
Sent by Mother Gaia, who
Says it’s time for us to shift
When our bodies have a foe
We send out the phagocytes
Killer cells who eat them up
Balanced health an unspoke right
We are now the parasites
Mother’s body’s had enough
Time for her to end us all
Virus plows us into dust
I decided to take a chance in going to a small bulk foods store run by the Amish in a community 40 miles or so from here. This is the 3rd time going into a store since mid-March, and each store has been chosen by the usually limited number of people who are there at any time. Pulling into the gravel parking lot, I was surprised how many cars were there. I put my mask on and walked in. What was even more surprising was when I got into the store. Maybe 2 others of the 30 or so who were in there shopping, including all ages, were wearing masks. The Amish workers were not wearing them either. I kept my distance while shopping and mentioned to the main cashier lady, an older woman who is always working the register, “A little busy today, eh?”
She responded, “These days it’s always busy. We serve whomever comes through the door.”
Her eyes met mine, and there was a look of sad apology in them. She would like to turn away those without the masks, but she’s been given her instructions to serve all. Just as the magas have implicitly been given theirs. Their leader tells them the virus scare is a left wing hoax, and you are unamerican if you don the mask.
I read the headlines in The Bridge that a nightclub in East Lansing (home of Michigan State University,) which has been swarmed with young people since reopening has become a Covid-19 hotspot. From my son this afternoon I learned that because so many of the Lansing clubbers were from Grand Rapids that Grand Rapids is spiking in Covid-19 cases. Another headline states:
For some Michigan college students, coronavirus is a risk worth taking
My sons live in Grand Rapids. When they come to visit, we all stay outside and visit from our bag chairs. We don’t hug anymore, mask or no mask.
Today’s poem was inspired by today’s events and learnings.