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Death in an Unfashionable Zip Code
“The care of those who are sick…is an absolute priority...”
-Saint Benedict’s Rule, Ampleforth Abbey, 1997
Seventeen more cases, another death
They say the mortuary is full up now
Friends go to friends’ funerals, then die in their turn
And more funerals follow, and more friends die
The utilitarians rattle on
Like crumbling bones, about herd immunity
Until the ghost of Darwin comes for them
As a spectral ideologue in the night
Empty seats at the table, and in the pew
And a refrigerated room full of corpses
2 comments:
Hard to fathom this.
So many deaths, and so much denial.
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