quid
pro quo
to
let the patient die on the scrap heap
coughing
dry
reverse
engineered worn-out ventilator
where
history ends and the abandoned
look
through the last of the rubbish bins
for
a mask
or
a gown
hidden
in the ledgers
of
a mar-a-lago walk-in closet
open
everything up they say
the
cash registers may be nothing
more
than rotting paper weights
but
the appetite is all that matters
traffic
on the avenue is picking up
herd
mentality in time for christmas
is
enough of a goal
the
dog goes to the extreme backyard
just
before the drop-off
eyes
and nose in motion
a
clairvoyant pointer by most definitions
the
apocalypse announces itself
at
the cinderella ball
but
the prince is working a double shift
passing
out in the linen closet
---
e b bortz
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