Bodies stacked to line the
inside of 18-wheeled caskets.
Dead seeds line the core of
America’s big Apple;
its bloody cider overflowing due to
a lack of preparation at the highest level.
Families separated, as
isolation takes its toll despite the
empty reassurance that we are
all in this
The veiled lie of post-graduation certainty
has been ripped from the brows of
A job in their fields was
and they learned this in the most violent way.
The things we once took for granted are
changed forever by
a virus and the incompetence of
But is change such a bad thing?
We have convinced ourselves that
things are, and
always have been, and
always will be.
But that isn’t the truth.
Change, as the saying goes, is the
lives lived in flux and
the unforeseeable are guaranteed.
The reality of
can no longer be ignored;
we adapt, or
with the lies we once held to be
by Erik Shinker