Such Things
Such Things
Such things happen to others
Not to me
Because I am protected by
The exclusive vaccine of the privileged
Such things are those we read about
In the newspaper
Things which provide rich content
For our social posturing
Over wine, vodka and hors d'oeuvres
Such things never come home
Because there's an invisible power
That bars their entry
Over the hallowed thresholds
Of our well-decorated homes
Till...
Such things invade the sacred bastions
Of upper-class societies
Albeit through the ignorance
And nonchalance
Of the highly educated
Till our thresholds do become impregnable
Not by the virus
But by our neighbors, friends, families
And all we are left with
Is anticipation
Of five minutes
Of beating a plate
In appreciation of those we often malign
For wasting five minutes of our time
In a crowded doctor's chamber
Such things are here
And they're real
And fine clothes and finer accents
Are not protection enough
To shield us
From this great leveler
That scorns at SEC demarcations
And places everyone in the same category
That of the helpless, the unmindful and the ignorant
Such things are here
To wake us up from somnambulation
Take heed
The Earth is purifying itself
And unless you give it due respect
Such things can penetrate your ivory tower
And remind you
That mortality is the only reality
Of our carefully curated lives