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Sunday, January 30, 2022

The True North strong and free!

Three Hundred and Seventh Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
written in response to Elon Musk's tweet -- "Canadian Truckers Rule" -- to his nearly 72 million followers.

a cacophony
of wing flutters and caws
crows in gathering dark

storm clouds roll in
amid lightning strikes 
omicron rage

freedom convoy trucks
from coast to coast 
new variant emerging


FYI: Elon Musk's tweet shows his support for "The Freedom Convoy 2022," an ongoing protest against COVID-19 vaccine mandates for cross-border truckers introduced by the Government of Canada on January 15, 2022. 

The title is taken from O Canada, the national anthem of Canada.

O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all of us command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free! ....

And "Omicron subvariant BA.2 reported in Canada, " CTV News, Jan. 26 2022.


Added: Three Hundred and Eighth Entry

freedom convoy trucks
snake past Parliament Hill
with his mouth open
a white-haired man staring
at truckers with yellow stars

FYI: Anger over Holocaust symbols used in protests, CBC News, January 28

...Holocaust survivors say they’re angry about seeing yellow stars and swastikas being used in protests against vaccine mandates and pandemic restrictions. They also say they feel traumatized by protesters comparing COVID-19 restrictions to those imposed in Nazi Germany....

Saturday, January 8, 2022

Charred Doll Haiku

nightfall turns to snow ..
a charred doll
amid the debris 

Hedgerow, 137, 2021

Sunday, October 3, 2021

The Weight of Fear

policemen
bust another house party
at an Airbnb
we'reallinthistogether
to get infected 

a long lineup
at the mobile clinic
two young men
with masks under their chins
laughing at each other

delta surging
and antibodies waning ...
I escape
into the crawl space 
of ten-year-old me

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Festival of Sorrows

wave upon wave
of black-hatted heads
one scream, then many ...

mud-stained kippahs
in the gathering dark
lines of body bags

distant sirens 
the faraway look 
of a lone boy