Corona Pandemic
Corona Pandemic
Yes, there is fear.
Yes, there is isolation.
Yes, there is panic buying.
Yes, there is sickness.
Yes, there is even death.
You can hear the birds again...
Please don’t decorate me in garlands
Don’t give me applause
Spare me recognition for a work injury, martyrdom, or any other merit
I didn’t come to Wuhan to admire the cherry blossom
And I didn’t come for the scenery, the reception of flatter
I just want to return home safe when the epidemic end
Even if all that remains are my bone
I must bring myself home to my children and parents
There are profiteering in the cupboard. There are thieves
In the neat hedgerows.
There is the rumour
And the alarms. It's the time
We live in, they say.
Darling, these are days
Of anxiety. Listen
To the high pitched call
Of small birds. Kiss me.