The surgical mask, the rubber
Are singed, give off an evil smell.
You seem to weep more now that
Spreads everywhere we look.
It says here none of us is well.
The warty spottings on the
Are nothing you would care to claim.
You seem to weep more since the
Began revivals on the Dundas book.
It says here you were most to blame.
But though I cannot believe that this is so,
I mark the doctor as a decent sort.
I mix your medicine and
Downstairs to leave instructions for the cook.
It says here time is getting short.
That I can believe.
I hear you crying in your
While watching traffic, reconciled.
Out in the park, black flowers are in bloom.
I picked some once and pressed them in a book.
You used to look at them, and smile.
