Senility Slumbers Poem by John Sensele

Mask on my face
Social distance from my bosom base
Cripple the life I lead
Planting and germinating a seed

I fear strangles my joy
In new normal strategies I deploy
As my hands swim in sanitizers
Teasing my comfort zone as baptisers

In the covid nineteen era
Where incredulity and credibility
Wrestle each other with or without error
When by the wayside slumps humility

Despite soaring death rates
Spiking in alarming numbers
In the face of demagogues whose creed crates
Catalyze politics slumbers and their pathetic plumbers.