A Plate of Pandemic

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Creativity in Times of Crisis

Night Nurse

Twelve-hours shifts in the ICU

watching Covid-19 patients take

their last dwindling breaths,

unmasked people standing vigil

outside the hospital insist

their relatives on ventilators

only have the flu.  If the hospital

claims otherwise, it’s to get

more federal dollars.

 

Local preachers

praise a God stronger than

any virus since true believers

who pray to Him will never die.

Those she inoculates say

the syringe is empty, she must be

getting kickbacks from Pfizer

for peddling their fake vaccine.

 

She is a hero in a war many in

her town think isn’t happening,

a hoax.  At the grocery-store

check-out counter they joke about

the few who wear masks.

Don’t take it serious, they say,

it’s a Democrat plot, once

Biden’s in office after the rigged

election it will all go away.

 

If someone comes off

the ventilator and survives,

people credit God, not doctors,

nurses, or treatments.  It’s a miracle,

not modern medicine, that saves them.

 

When one of her patients dies,

she weeps until her ribs ache.

William Heath
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