Plague times us remind
that societies around hiding
Death revolve; seeing itself as enduring,
immortal, a society puts blinkers
on its drones, forcefully guides
them through their lives -
so that Death, the cruel end,
rarely to them appears;
society makes its mortal drones
believe they shall live and live,
to keep them their waning
days, before the void, labouring,
the replaceable cogs, in the machinery
- rusting and creaking in the Plague times,
when Death appears in its shattering finality
and reveals our drone lives'
utter futility.
13.02.2021
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